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Down 75 or 85, |
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Or I-20 t'other way, |
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Turn your squelch to the right |
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And in the night |
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You'll hear some good buddy say, |
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"Breaker breaker, |
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Got a picture taker, |
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All Smokeys at forty three." |
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It's that Japanese toy, |
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The trucker's joy |
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That everybody calls CB. |
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Yeah, Citizen's Band, keeps you up to date |
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On fender benders and Tijuana taxis, |
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And all them bears out there. Flip flop. |
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Now ahead of your children and ahead of your wife |
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On the list of the ten best things in life, |
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Your CB's gotta rate right around number four. |
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'Course beavers and hot biscuits and Merle Haggard |
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Come one, two, three, you know. |
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Well I was loaded down, coming outta Lake City; |
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I was checkin' out seat covers, young and pretty, |
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When all of a sudden there come a call |
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Over my CB, ringin' wall to wall, |
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Said clove her double nickels till you hit the ridge, |
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'Cause there's a Smokey picture taker t'other side of the bridge. |
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"Oh mercy, 'ppreciate that, good buddy; |
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What's your handle there, come on? |
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You got any county mounties out there prowlin', come on?" |
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And he said -- |
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"Ten four...back door, |
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Put the peddle to the metal and...let it roar |
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Hammer down...to Macon town... |
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Gonna see my momma...sure. |
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Well, the bears are gone, |
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Let's...bring it on... |
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The Georgia line's...out of sight. |
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Pulled outta Richmond town last Saturday night, |
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And my handle is...the White Knight, |
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How 'bout it?" |
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"All right, White Knight, hammer down, |
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You got the mean machine here." |
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I was a streakin' |
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My needle was a peakin' |
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A right around seventy nine. |
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That old diesel juice |
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Was a gettin' loose, |
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And everything was fine. |
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But wall to wall |
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I got a call |
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Front door, big bear trapper. |
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Said, "Break one nine, |
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Good buddy of mine, |
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You got a Smokey in a plain white wrapper." |
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Well I jammed my stick, |
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I lost twenty quick; |
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You could hear them gears a tearin'. |
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I got passed by a beaver, |
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And a Camaro, |
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I was cruisin' alone |
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And going so slow |
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I could count every button on that frilly blouse she was wearin'. |
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'Course there weren't but one. |
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"Hey there, super trooper! |
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Yeah -- that's the crafty Smokey over there with a CB of his own. |
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Hey White Knight, let's slide one on the super trooper, come on?" |
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"Ten four, back door. |
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Put the peddle to the metal, whatcha...waitin' for? |
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That old flop |
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Can't stay in sight, |
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Gonna leave you here and say no more, |
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How 'bout it?" |
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"Whoa, now, buddy, that's fightin' talk, |
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I'd get up there and blow your doors off!" |
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Well I hammered down like I had wings, |
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Little gravels in my wheels going ping, ping, ping. |
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'Bout the time I hit ninety-two, |
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Saw something flashing' in my rear view. |
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Thought to myself that can't be true, |
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But there it was, old blue, blue, blue. |
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Uh oh. Bubble gum machine done hit the jackpot. |
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Well I could see that bear, laughing big, |
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Hangin' in tight on the back of my rig. |
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Right there and then it came to be wall to wall. |
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Mm-hmm. |
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So in that cold dark Georgia night, |
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In the shadows of Smokey bear's blue light, |
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I 'cided to make me just one more CB call. |
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"Breaker one nine for the super trooper, |
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Hey there, Smokey old buddy, tell me if I'm right, |
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Are you my front door? Are you the White Knight? Come on?" |
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And he said -- |
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"Ten four, back door. |
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You're in a heap of trouble boy...that's for sure. |
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Gonna read you your rights, and treat you fair. |
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Pull over there, |
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With your...rockin' chair. |
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Want you boys to know each other real well, |
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'Cause you gonna be sharin' the same jail cell. |
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You make twelve cotton pickers I've caught tonight, |
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From the front door of that White Knight. |
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Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha!! |
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How 'bout it? |
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Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha!! |
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Forty miles over the speed limit! |
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You boys gonna be here a spell. |
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Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha!! |
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Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha!!" |
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That's it, cotton pickers, I've done been grounded; |
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My tail's in jail, my rig impounded. |
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So when you're comin' through the Georgia night, |
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Don't ever get no front door called the White Knight. |
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No sir. Wind up in the pokey with Smokey. |
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I'm gonna pull that old CB thing out by the wires. |
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I don't care if it is |
