Well I've been a trucker
Now for twenty years
From the Charleston coast
To the Jersey piers
Sharing 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
Accept them joggers
One day I'm rolling down 1-0-1
I got eighteen wheels
Under fourteen tons
Radio playing a good olg 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 running 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 breaking stride or losing poise
He said "You and that rig sure make some noise
But I can't talk now
Cause I'm racing 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 old rig holds up
Against a super jogger"
"Race? I must be hearing wrong"
The boy's been running in the sun too long
The only place he's racing 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 sucker
Then I pushed her up to forty-five
And he sees me coming and he starts to fly
So I kicked her to sixty and shift to high
And I finally catch that jogger
And it wasn't easy
Now I'm doing eighty
And I turned to check
And he's staying right with me
Neck in neck
His hearts a thumping
Like my engine going 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 jogging up into the sky
And he yells hey thanks for the exercise
I hope that losing that race was not too shocking
You 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 jogging
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 driving much the same
Accept I don't call nobody names
And I tip my hat each time I pass
One of them good old joggers
Hey here comes one now
Hey good buddy
How you doing?
Want some gatorade?