30,000 Lbs. Of Bananas (LP版)-Harry Chapin

It was just after dark when the truck started down
The hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania
Carrying thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Carrying thirty thousand pounds
Hit it Big John
Of bananas
He was a young driver
Just out on his second job
And he was carrying the next day's pasty fruits
For everyone in that coal scarred city
Where children play without despair
In backyard slag piles and folks manage to eat each day
About thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes just about thirty thousand pounds
Scream it again John
He passed a sign that he should have seen
Saying shift to low gear a fifty dollar fine my friend
He was thinking perhaps about the warm breathed woman
Who was waiting at the journey's end
He started down the two mile drop
The curving road that wound from the top of the hill
He was pushing on through the shortening miles that ran down to the depot
Just a few more miles to go
Then he'd go home and have her ease his long cramped day away
And the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes the smell of thirty thousand pounds of bananas
He was picking speed as the city spread its twinkling lights below him
But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts of the nights
Delights went through him
His foot nudged the brakes to slow him down
But the pedal floored easy without a sound
He said Christ
It was funny how he had named the only man who could save him now
He was trapped inside a dead end hellslide
Riding on his fear hunched back
Was every one of those yellow green
I'm telling you thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes there were thirty thousand pounds of bananas
He barely made the sweeping curve that led into the steepest grade
And he missed the thankful passing bus at ninety miles an hour
And he said God make it a dream
As he rode his last ride down
And he said God make it a dream
As he rode his last ride down
And he sideswiped nineteen neat parked cars
Clipped off thirteen telephone poles
Hit two houses bruised eight trees
And Blue Crossed seven people
It was then he lost his head
Not to mention an arm or two before he stopped
And he slid for four hundred yards
Along the hill that leads into Scranton Pennsylvania
All those thirty thousand pounds of bananas
You know the man who told me about it on the bus
As it went up the hill out of Scranton Pennsylvania
He shrugged his shoulders he shook his head
And he said
And this is exactly what he said
Boy that sure must've been something
Just imagine thirty thousand pounds of bananas
Yes there were thirty thousand pounds of mashed bananas
Of bananas
Just bananas
Thirty thousand pounds
Of Bananas
Not no driver now
Just bananas
From Greatest Stories Live：Ending #1
Yes we have no bananas
We have no bananas today
Spoken：And if that wasn't enough
Yes we have no bananas
Bananas in Scranton P A
From Greatest Stories Live：Ending #2：
A woman walks into her room where her child lies sleeping
And when she sees his eyes are closed
She sits there silently weeping
And though she lives in Scranton Pennsylvania
She never ever eats Bananas
Not one of thirty thousand pounds
Of bananas