30,000 Pounds Of Bananas - Harry Chapin

It was just after dark

when the truck started down

the hill that leads into

Scranton, Pennsylvania

carrying 30, 000 pounds of bananas

carrying 30, 000 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

when children play without despair

in backyard slagpiles

and folks manage to eat each day

about 30, 000 pounds of bananas

Yes, just about 30, 000 pounds (scream it again, John!)

(of bananas)

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

from the smell of 30, 000 pounds of bananas.

Yes, the smell of 30, 000 pounds of bananas.

He was picking up speed as the city spread

its twinkling lights below him.

But he paid no heed as the shivering thoughts

of the night’s delights went through him.

His foot nursed the brakes to slow him down,

but the pedal floored easy without a sound.

He said, «Christ!»

It was funny how he 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 tellin' ya, 30, 000 pounds of bananas

Yes, there were 30, 000 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 rack down.

He said, «God, make it a dream!»

As he rode his last rack 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 smeared for four hundred yards

Along the hill that leads into Scranton, Pennsylvania.

Almost 30, 000 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, it sure must have been something.

Just imagine 30, 000 pounds of bananas.

Yes, there were 30, 000 pounds

of mashed bananas.»

Of bananas

Just bananas

Thirty pounds

Of bananas

Not no driver now

Just bananas!