Bobby Bare - Jogger lyrics

Well I've been a trucker more than twenty years From the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers Sharin' the road with race car nuts and loggers Sunday drivers scouts on hikes Hells Angels on Harley bikes I never met a roader I didn't like cept them joggers One day I'm rollin' down 1-0-1 I got 18 wheels under 14-tons Radio playin' a good ol' country rocker The day was sure a trucker's dream The sky was sunny and the air was clean When up ahead on the road I seen one of them joggers He was dressed like they do in baby blue With shortie shorts and a headband too I yelled 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 off a this road I'm LA bound and I don't slow down for dead raccoons or joggers Well without breakin' stride or losin' poise He said you and that rig sure make some noise But I can't talk now cause I'm racin' against the clocker But it's just nine miles to Forkers Leap And if you ain't afraid to race that heap We'll see how that ol' rig holds up against a super jogger Race I must be hearin' wrong The boy's been runnin' in the sun too long The only place he's racin' to is a doctor's But before I could say thank you no That fool yells ready get set go And the race is on we're off and gone me and that maniac jogger Well I could've left him far behind But I played with him like a fish on a line And I stayed about a half a mile behind that s**er Then I pushed her up to forty-five And he sees me comin' and he starts to fly So I pushed her to sixty and shift to high and finally catch that jogger And it wasn't easy Now I'm doin' eighty and I turned to check And he's stayin' right with me neck in neck His hearts a thumpin' like my engine goin' pop pop pocker Then he yells out I hope you're set Cause I ain't shifted into second yet Then he unwinds and leaves me behind eaten 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' Ya see my dad says heaven's no place to run and I try to be an obedient son So I have to come down to earth to do my joggin' Well that's my story take it or leave it My trucker buddies they believe it So do those race car nuts and Harley hoggers And I'm still drivin' much the same Cept I don't call nobody names And I tip my hat each time I pa** one of them good old joggers Hey here comes one now... Hey good buddy How ya doin? Want some gatorade?