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Convoy – C.W. McCall/Paul Brandt
Convoy
This song was originally done by C.W. McCall but Paul Brandt recently remade it.
[On the CB]
Ah breaker one-nine. This here’s the rubber duck. You gotta copy on me Pigpen c’mon?
Ah yeah, 10-4 Pig pen, fer shure, fer shure.
By gollyit’s clean clear to flag town c’mon.
Yeah, that big 10-4 there, Pigpen.
Yeah, we definitely got the front door good buddy.
Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy...
Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth, pullin’ logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy, haulin’ hogs
We is headin’ for bear on I-1-0
’Bout a mile outta Shaky town
I says “Pigpen, this here’s the Rubber Duck.
And I’m about to put the hammer down.”
[Chorus]
’Cause we got a little convoy
Rockin’ through the night.
Yeah, we got a little convoy
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy
’Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!
[on the CB]
Ah, breaker, Pigpen, this here’s the Duck.
And you wanna back off them hogs?
Yeah, 10-4, ’bout five mile or so.
10-Roger. Them hogs is gettin’ in-tense up here.
By the time we got into Tulsa town
We had eighty-five trucks in all.
But they’s a roadblock up on the cloverleaf
And them bears was wall-to-wall.
Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper;
They even had a bear in the air!
I says “Callin’ all trucks, this here’s the Duck.
We about to go a-huntin’ bear.”
[Chorus]
’Cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin’ through the night.
Yeah, we got a great big convoy
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy
’Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!
[on the CB]
Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that Pigpen?
Negatory, Pigpen; you’re still too close.
Yeah, them hogs is startin’ to close up my sinuses.
Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten.
Well, we rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket sled on rails.
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left ’em settin’ on the scales.
By the time we hit that Chi-town
Them bears was a-gettin’ smart.
They’d brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinoise National Guard.
There’s armored cars and tanks and jeeps
And rigs of ev’ry size.
Yeah, them chicken coops was full’a bears
And choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line and we went for broke
With a thousand screamin’ trucks
An’ eleven long-haired friends a’ Jesus
In a chartreuse micra-bus.
[on the CB]
Ah, Rubber Duck to Sodbuster, come over.
Yeah, 10-4
Sodbuster? Lissen, you wanna put that micra-bus right behind that suicide jockey?
Yeah, he’s haulin’ dynamite and he needs all the help he can get.
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn’t have a dog-goned dime.
I says “Pigpen, this here’s the Rubber Duck.
We just ain’t a-gonna pay no toll.”
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says “Let them truckers roll, 10-4!”
[Chorus]
’Cause we got a mighty convoy
Rockin’ through the night.
Yeah, we got a mighty convoy
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy
’Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!
Ah, 10-4 Pigpen. What’s your twenty?
Convoy!
Omaha? Well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure.
Well, mercy
Convoy!
Sakes good buddy, we gonna back on outta here
So keep the bugs off your glass and the bears off your...
Convoy!
Tail. We’ll catch you on the flip-flop. This here’s the Rubber Duck on the side.
Convoy!
We gone. ’Bye-bye. Gotta keep on rockin' that boy has got to stay on top.
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