Cledus Maggard And The Citizen's Band - The White Knight lyrics

Now on 75 or 85 or I-20, tother way Turn your squelch to the right And in the night You'll hear some good buddy say Breaker, breaker Got a picture taker Ol' smokie at 43 It's that Japanese toy The truckers joy That everybody calls CB Yeah, citizens band Keeps you up to date with the Fender benders and the Tijuana Taxis And all them bears out there A flip-floppin Now ahead of your children And ahead of your wife On the list of the ten best things in life Your CB's gotta rate right around number four Course, beavers, hot biscuits, and Merle Haggard Come one, two, three, you know Well, I's loaded down coming outta Lake City I was checking out seat covers young and pretty When all of a sudden, there come a call Over my CB, ringing wall to wall Said go to double nickels As you hit the ridge Cause there's a Smokie picture taker Just aside of the bridge Oh, mercy, appreciate that, good buddy Uh, what's your handle, there, come on Got any county Mounties out there prowling Come on, and he said Ten four, Back door Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar Hammer down to Macon town Gonna see my Mama, sure Well, the bears are gone Let's bring it on The Georgia lines outta sight Pulled outta Richmond town Last Saturday night and my handle is The White Knight, how 'bout it All right, White Knight Hammer down, you got The Mean Machine here Well, there I was a streaking My needle was a peaking right around 79 That old diesel juice was a getting loose And everything was fine When wall to wall, I got a call From my front door big bear trapper Said, break one nine, good buddy of mine You got a smokie in a plain white wrapper Well, I jammed my stick and lost twenty quick You could hear them gears a tapping I got pa**ed by a beaver in a Camaro And I was cruising along a going so slow I could count every bu*ton on that Frilly blouse she was wearing Course, they weren't but one Hey there, Super Trooper Yeah, that's that crafty smokie Over there with a CB of his own Hey, White Knight, let's slide one off The Super Trooper, come on Ten four, Back door Put the pedal to the metal Whatcha waiting for If that old white can't stay in sight Gonna leave you here and say no more How 'bout it Whoa, now, buddy, that's fighting talk I'll get up there and blow your doors off Well, I hammered down like I had wings Little gravels in my wheels Going ping, ping, ping I was hittin' 90 with a mighty heavy load Blew a Greyhound bus clean off of the road 'Bout the time I hit ninety-two I saw something flashing in my rear view Thought to myself, that can't be true But there it was, going blue, blue, blue Uh oh, bubblegum machine done hit the jackpot Well, I could see that bear All laughing big, hanging in tight On the back of my rig And right there and then It come to me wall to wall So in that cold, dark Georgia night In the shadow of Smokie Bear's blue light I decided to make just one more CB call Break one nine for the Super Trooper Hey there, Smokie old buddy Tell me if I'm right Are you my front door Are you the White Knight, come on And he said Ten four, Back door You in a heap a trouble, boy, for sure Gonna read you your rights and treat you fair Just pull over there with your rocking chair Want you boys to know each other real well 'Cause you gonna be sharing the same jail cell You make twelve cotton pickers I've caught tonight Running front door as that White Knight How 'bout it Forty miles over the speed limit You boys gonna be here a spell That's it, cotton-pickers I've done been grounded My tail in jail and my rig impounded So when you're coming Through the Georgia night Don't bever get no front door Called the White Knight No, sir Wind in up the pokey with Smokie I'm gonna pull that ole CB thing Out by the wires I don't care if it is a Johnson