C.W. McCall Country Memories
LEGEND: <spoken on CB Radio in background> (sung by background singers)
<Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You got a copy on me. Pigpen? C'mon.> <Ah, yeah, ten-four, Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly, it's clean clear to Flagtown. C'mon.> <Yeah, that's a big ten-four there, Pigpen. Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy's sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy>
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June And a Kenworth pullin' logs Cab-over Pete with a reefer on And a Jimmy haulin' hogs We's headin' for bear on Eye-one-oh 'bout a mile outta Shakeytown I says "Pigpen, this here's Rubber Duck" "And I'm about to put the hammer down"
('cause we got a little ole convoy rockin' thru the night) (Yeah, we got a little ole convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?) (Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way) (We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA) (Convoy)
<Ah, breaker, Pigpen, this here's Duck 'n' you wanna back off them hogs?> <Ah, ten-four> <About 5 mile or so> <Ten roger> <Them hogs is gettin' INtense up here.>
By the time we got into Tulsa-town we had 85 trucks in all But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf And them bears 's wall-to-wall Yeah, them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper They even had a bear in the air I says "Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck" "We about to go a-huntin' bear"
('cause we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night) (Yeah, we got a great big convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?) (Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way) (We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA) (Convoy)
<Ah, you wanna give me a ten-nine on that, Pigpen? Negatory, Pigpen, you're still too close. Yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. Mercy's sake, you better back off another ten>
Well, we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four Like a rocket-sled on rails We tore up all of our swindle sheets And left 'em settin' on the scales By the time we hit that "Chi-town" Them bears was a-gettin smart They brought up some reinforcements From the "Illinoise" National Guard
There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps 'n' rigs of ev'ry size Yeah, them chicken coops was full of bears And choppers filled the skies Well, we shot the line, we went for broke With a thousand screamin' trucks And eleven long-haired friends of Jesus In a chartreuse microbus
<Ah, Rubber Duck, this 's Sodbuster. C'mon here> <Yeah, ten-four, Sodbuster. Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that <suicide-jockey?> <Yeah, he's haulin' dynamite and he needs all the help he can get>
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey Shore Prepared to cross the line I could see the bridge was lined with bears But I didn't have a doggone dime I says "Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck" "We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll" So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight I says "let them truckers roll, ten-four"
('cause we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night) (Yeah, we got a mighty convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?) (Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way) (We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA) (Convoy)
<Ah, ten-four, Pigpen. What's your twenty? OMAHA? Well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there, for sure. Well, mercy's sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears off your..tail. We'll catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. We gone. 'bye, 'bye>