WELL I'VE BEEN
A TRUCKER NOW FOR
TWENTY YEARS FROM
THE CHARLESTON COAST
TO THE JERSEY PIERS
SHARIN' THE ROAD WITH
RACE CAR NUTS
AND LOGGERS
SUNDAY DRIVERS
SCOUTS ON HIKES
HELL'S ANGELS
ON HARLEY BIKES
I NEVER MET A ROADER
I DIDN'T LIKE
'CEPT THEM JOGGERS
ONE DAY
I'M A-ROLLIN' DOWN 101
I GOT EIGHTEEN WHEELS
UNDER FOURTEEN TONS
RADIO PLAYIN'
A GOOD OLD
COUNTRY ROCKER
THE DAY WAS SURELY
A TRUCKER'S DREAM
THE SKY WAS SUNNY
AND THE AIR WAS CLEAN
WHEN UP AHEAD
ON THE ROAD I SEEN
A SKINNY
SWEATIN' JOGGER
WELL HE'S DRESSED
LIKE THEY DO
IN BABY BLUE
WITH SHORTY SHORTS
AND A HEADBAND TOO
I YELLED HEY SWEETIE
I BET THAT YOU
ARE THE HIT OF THE
MEN'S-ROOM LOCKER
BUT I'M A-RUNNIN' LATE
WITH AN OVERLOAD
SO GET YOUR ADIDAS
OFFA THIS ROAD
I'M L.A. BOUND AND
I DON'T SLOW DOWN
FOR DEAD RACCOONS
OR JOGGERS
WELL WITHOUT
BREAKIN' STRIDE
OR LOSIN' POISE HE SAYS
YOU AND THAT RIG
SURE MAKE SOME NOISE
CAN'T TALK NOW
I'M RACIN' AGAINST
THE CLOCKER
BUT IT'S JUST NINE MILES
TO FORKER'S LEAP
AND IF YOU AIN'T AFRAID
TO RACE THAT HEAP
WE'LL SEE HOW
THAT OLD RIG HOLDS UP
'GAINST A SUPER JOGGER
RACE
I MUST BE
HEARIN' WRONG
THE BOY'S BEEN RUNNIN'
IN THE SUN TOO LONG
THE ONLY PLACE
HE'S A-RACIN' TO
IS A DOCTOR
BUT BEFORE I COULD SAY
HEY THANK YOU NO
THE FOOL YELLS READY
GET SET GO
AND THE RACE IS ON
RUN OFF AND GONE
ME AND THAT
MANIAC JOGGER
WELL NOW I COULDA
LEFT HIM FAR BEHIND
BUT I PLAYED WITH HIM
LIKE A FISH ON A LINE
AND STAYED ABOUT
A HALF A MILE
BEHIND THAT SUCKER
AND I PUSHED HER UP
TO FORTY-FIVE AND
HE SEES ME COMIN'
AND HE STARTS TO FLY
I PUSH HER TO SIXTY
AND SHIFT TO HIGH
I FINALLY
CATCH THAT JOGGER
AND IT WASN'T EASY
NOW I'M DOIN' EIGHTY
AND I TURN TO CHECK
AND HE'S STAYIN'
RIGHT WITH ME
NECK AND NECK
HIS HEART'S A-THUMPIN'
LIKE MY ENGINE GOIN'
BA-KA BA-KA BA-WA
THEN HE SAYS
HEY I HOPE YOU'RE SET
'CAUSE I AIN'T SHIFTED
INTO SECOND YET
THEN HE UNWINDS
AND LEAVES ME BEHIND
EATIN' THE DUST
OF A JOGGER
THEN I SEE HIM JOGGIN'
UP INTO THE SKY
AND HE YELLS
HEY THANKS
FOR THE EXERCISE
I HOPE THAT
LOSIN' THIS RACE
WAS NOT TOO SHOCKIN'
YOU SEE MY DAD SAYS
HEAVEN AIN'T NO PLACE
TO RUN AND
I TRY TO BE
AN OBEDIENT SON SO
I COME DOWN TO EARTH
TO DO MY JOGGIN'
WELL THAT'S THE STORY
TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT
MY TRUCKER BUDDIES
THEY BELIEVE IT
SO DO THEM
RACE CAR NUTS AND
HARLEY HOGGERS
NOW I'M STILL DRIVIN'
MUCH THE SAME 'CEPT
I DON'T CALL
NOBODY NAMES AND I
TIP MY HAT
EACH TIME I PASS
ONE OF THEM
GOOD OLD JOGGERS
AND I SAY HEY
GOOD BUDDY
CAN I GET YOU SOMETHIN'
HOW ABOUT A LITTLE
GATORADE HERE
AW THAT'S ALRIGHT
I GOT PLENTY-A TIME
