Gear Bustin’ Sort of a Feller

Lyrics
Five hundred miles to Memphis, Tennessee How in the [Honk] am I gonna make it there by three? You better move over when you hear this diesel beller I'm a double-clutchin', scale-jumpin', mile-makin', tailgatin' Cop-dodgin', line-crossing, coffee-drinkin', pinballin' Jack-knifin', clock-timin', windjammin', late-runnin' Gear-bustin' sort of a feller There's a pretty little waitress at a truck stop in Birmingham But I'm runnin' way behind and that throws a monkeywrench in our plans It's really gonna break her heart when I have to tell her: Next trip, baby I'm a double-clutchin', scale-jumpin', mile-makin', tailgatin' Cop-dodgin', line-crossing, coffee-drinkin', pinballin' Jack-knifin', clock-timin', windjammin', late-runnin' Gear-bustin' sort of a feller That [Honk-honk] sightseer holdin' me up half an hour He's pokin' along with 280 horsepower Yeah, you better move over when you hear this diesel beller 'Cause I'm a double-clutchin', scale-jumpin', mile-makin', tailgatin' Cop-dodgin', line-crossing, coffee-drinkin', pinballin' Jack-knifin', clock-timin', windjammin', late-runnin' Gear-bustin' sort of a feller Dad-blame tourist I'm a double-clutchin', scale-jumpin', mile-makin', tailgatin' Cop-dodgin', line-crossing, coffee-drinkin', pinballin' Jack-knifin', clock-timin', windjammin', late-runnin' Possum-squashin', tourist-hatin', floor-bangin', ghost-riding Smoke-smellin', fist-fightin', tailgatin', cop-dodgin' Line-crossin', coffee-drinkin', pinballin', jack-knifin' Clock-timin' …
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Credits
- Writers
- Bobby Braddock