Radar Blues

Lyrics

This story's about an old truck driver that I saw hitch-hikin' up in Virginia I picked him up and let him ride And this is the story that he told me About gettin' sacked up with radar and put to walkin' If you wanna find radar, here's how to do it Just get in a truck, and lay right to it When you get to Virginia, by the radar stand A trooper'll be a-waitin' with a ticket in his hand Have your registration Your driver's license A little money, too Well, the funniest thing that I ever did see Was a radar sittin' atop a tree And a state patrolman sittin' on the ground Waitin' for the truckers to come on down He's got the knockers Walkie-talkie And a fast Ford, too Well, I'm runnin' outta road, and I'm runnin' wild And the J.P., he said with a smile I know that boy, and they'll bring him back 'Cause I seen on the front he's wheelin' a Mack I had 'er smokin' In high gear I's gettin' on it Well, I went through the radar at 74 And the trooper said, You won't do it no more I said to the trooper, Won't you turn me loose? He said, Boy, they gonna cook your goose They'll put you to walkin' Hitch-hikin' Tryna find a job I said to the judge, I've got no bail He said, Boy, you're goin' to jail I got on the phone Callin' home I need the money Now, just one thing I'd like to know I'd like to know it before I go If the truckers all 45 and run And the state trooper couldn't catch near one And they couldn't get you with their radar gimmick I wonder then if they'd lower the limit