You heard about the legend
Of Jesse James
And John Henry
Just to mention some names
But there's a truck driving legend
In the south today
A man called Bandit
From Atlanta, GA
Every gear jammer knows his name
They swear he's got icewater
Running in his veins
A foot like lead
And nerves like steel
He's gonna go to glory
Riding eighteen wheels
Well, he left Atlanta
Back in sixty-three
Hauling him a load
Up to Tennessee
He hit Monteagle
And it started to rain
So hard he couldn't even
See the passing lane
Well, he started down grade
When he lost the gear
He reached for the brakes
Found he had no air
The Monteagle grade
Is steep and long
And everbody that seen it
Thought the Bandit was gone
Well, his truck jack-knifed
Turned completely round
He was coming down backwards
About the speed of sound
A lot of folks seen him
And they all say
He had his head out the window
Yelling, "Clear the way"
Well, he got to the bottom
Safe and sound
Everybody asked Bandit
How he made it down
He said, "Folks, when the truck
Picked up too much speed
I just run along beside it
And drug my feet"
You heard the legend
Of Jesse James
And John Henry
Just to mention some names
Well, there's a truck driving legend
In the south today
A man called Bandit
From Atlanta, GA
Every gear jammer knows his name
They swear he's got icewater
Running in his veins
A foot like lead
And nerves like steel
He's gonna go to glory
Riding eighteen wheels