Intro: G/G/G/G

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Well, I’ve been a trucker now for 20 years, from the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers
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An’ sharin’ the road with the race car nuts and loggers
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Sunday drivers, scouts on hikes, Hells Angels on Harley bikes,
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I never met a roader I didn’t like, ‘cept them joggers…

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One day I’m rollin’ down 101, I got 18 wheels and a 14-ton
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Radio playin’ a good ol’ country rocker
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The day was surely a trucker’s dream, the sky was sunny and the air was clean
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When up ahead on the road I seen one of them joggers

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He was dressed like they do in baby blue, with shortie shorts and a headband too.
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I yelled "Sweetie, I bet that you are the hit of the men’s room locker
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Well I’m a runnin’ late with an overload, so get your Adidas off a this road
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I’m L.A. bound and I don’t slow down for dead raccoons or joggers."

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"Well without breakin’ stride or losin' poise," he said "You and that rig sure make some noise,
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But I can’t talk now, ‘cause I’m racin’ against the clocker
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But it’s just nine miles to Forkers Leap and if you ain’t afraid to race that heap
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We’ll see how that ol’ rig holds up against a super jogger"

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Race, I must be hearin’ wrong, the boy’s been runnin’ in the sun too long
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The only place he’s a racin’ to is a doctor
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But before I could say "Hey, thank ya, no", that fool yells "Ready, get set, go"
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And the race is on and we’re off and gone; me and that maniac jogger (Change to A Key)

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I could’ve left him far behind but I played with him like a fish on a line
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And I stayed about a half a mile behind that sucker
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Then I pushed her up to forty-five and he sees me comin’ and he starts to fly
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So I kicked her to sixty and shift to high and finally catch that jogger, and it wasn’t easy

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Now I’m doin’ eighty and I turned to check, and he’s stayin’ right with me neck in neck
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His hearts a thumpin’ like an engine goin’ poo poon pucker….prooon!!
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Then he yelled out, " I hope you’re set, cuz I ain’t shifted into second yet"
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Then he unwinds and leaves me behind, eaten the dust of a jogger

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Then I see him a joggin’ up into the sky and he yells, "Hey, thanks for the exercise’
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And I hope that losin’ the race was not too shockin’
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Ya see, my Dad says, ‘Heaven ain’t no place to run’ , I try to be an obedient son,
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So I got to come down to earth to do my joggin’ "

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Well that’s the story, take it or leave it, my trucker buddies, they believe it.
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So do them race car nuts and Harley hoggers
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And I’m still drivin’ much the same ‘cept I don’t call nobody names
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And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them good old joggers