Not one to relish much contemporary country music, James O. Wheeler enjoyed the old folk songs of LeadBelly rather than John Denver's "Country Roads," listened to hillbilly music rather than modern pop styles, and preferred Hank Williams, Senior to Hank Williams, Junior. He shared a love of truck-driving songs with his brother-in-law Bill Burris, and he loved going to festivals to hear live Bluegrass and other folk music.
1. Six Days on the Road
2. Bud the Spud
3. Teddy Bear
4. Roll on 18 Wheeler
6. I’ve Been Everywhere
7. 18 Wheels and a Dozen Roses
8. Girl on the Billboard
9. Eastbound and Down
10. Give me 40 Acres
12. Me and Bobby McGee
13. On the Road Again
14. Drivers’ Paradise
15. Truck Drivers Sweetheart
16. 40 Miles of Bad Road
17. Giddy Up Go
18. How Fast Them Trucks Can Go
19. The Bandit
20. Thank God for the Radio
21. Big Wheels in the Moonlight
22. Truck Driving Queen
23. I’m a Truck
24. Truck Got Stuck
25. Truck Driving Man
26. Roll Truck Roll
27. Teddy Bear’s Last Ride
28. Momma Knows the Highway
29. Long Long Texas Road
30. 500 Miles
31. Phantom 309
32. Truck Drivin’ Son of A Gun
33. Diesel on my Tail
34. Little Pink Mack
35. A Tombstone Every Mile
36. Looking at the World through a Windshield
37. Freightliner Fever
38. Endless Black Ribbon
39. Giddy Up and Go Answer
40. Truck Driver’s Prayer
41. Long Lonesome Road
42. I’m a Roadhammer
43. 18 Wheels
44. Keep On Truckin’
45. Happy Journey
46. Man Behind the Wheel
47. Truck Drivin’ Buddy
48. Truck driver’s blues
50. Rubber Duck
Actually somewhat eclectic in musical tastes, James O. Wheeler included Atlanta hit singer Alicia Bridges in his vinyl record collection.
[Memory by S. Dian Higginbotham]
"A Boy Named Sue" by Johnny Cash
My daddy left home when I was three
And he didn't leave much to ma and me
Just this old guitar and an empty bottle of booze.
Now, I don't blame him cause he run and hid
But the meanest thing that he ever did
Was before he left, he went and named me "Sue."
Well, he must o' thought that is quite a joke
And it got a lot of laughs from a' lots of folk,
It seems I had to fight my whole life through.
Some gal would giggle and I'd get red
And some guy'd laugh and I'd bust his head,
I tell ya, life ain't easy for a boy named "Sue."
Well, I grew up quick and I grew up mean,
My fist got hard and my wits got keen,
I'd roam from town to town to hide my shame.
But I made a vow to the moon and stars
That I'd search the honky-tonks and bars
And kill that man who gave me that awful name.
Well, it was Gatlinburg in mid-July
And I just hit town and my throat was dry,
I thought I'd stop and have myself a brew.
At an old saloon on a street of mud,
There at a table, dealing stud,
Sat the dirty, mangy dog that named me "Sue."
Well, I knew that snake was my own sweet dad
From a worn-out picture that my mother'd had,
And I knew that scar on his cheek and his evil eye.
He was big and bent and gray and old,
And I looked at him and my blood ran cold
And I said: "My name is 'Sue!' How do you do!
Now your gonna die!!"
Well, I hit him hard right between the eyes
And he went down, but to my surprise,
He come up with a knife and cut off a piece of my ear.
But I busted a chair right across his teeth
And we crashed through the wall and into the street
Kicking and a' gouging in the mud and the blood and the beer.
I tell ya, I've fought tougher men
But I really can't remember when,
He kicked like a mule and he bit like a crocodile.
I heard him laugh and then I heard him cuss,
He went for his gun and I pulled mine first,
He stood there lookin' at me and I saw him smile.
And he said: "Son, this world is rough
And if a man's gonna make it, he's gotta be tough
And I knew I wouldn't be there to help ya along.
So I give ya that name and I said goodbye
I knew you'd have to get tough or die
And it's the name that helped to make you strong."
He said: "Now you just fought one hell of a fight
And I know you hate me, and you got the right
To kill me now, and I wouldn't blame you if you do.
But ya ought to thank me, before I die,
For the gravel in ya guts and the spit in ya eye
Cause I'm the son-of-a-bitch that named you "Sue.'"
I got all choked up and I threw down my gun
And I called him my pa, and he called me his son,
And I came away with a different point of view.
And I think about him, now and then,
Every time I try and every time I win,
And if I ever have a son, I think I'm gonna name him
Bill or George! Anything but Sue! I still hate that name!