They take me to the station and they watch for my return
And I know they do that service for the money they can earn,
But I’ll say for the Taxi drivers they are working night and day
For their homes and wives and children and the churches wherein they pray.
It’s mine to ride behind them, but I’ve chatted with them all
There was one who talked of Plato now I frequently recall,
Some of their hopes and dreams have told me – They’re much the same as mine
Some have gladdened me with laughter by their sense of humor fine.
So to all the taxi drivers is this simple verse I pen,
‘Tis a large niche they are filling in the fellowship of men.
Life would be harder without them, did we miss their greeting smile
We should all be forced to travel many dreary lonely miles.
Copyright 1953 Chrysler Corporation