Gear Bustin’ Sort of Feller

Lyrics

Five hundred miles to Memphis, Tennessee How in the [Honk] am I gonna make it there by three? You'd better move over when you hear this-a diesel beller I'm a double-clutchin', scale-jumpin', mile-makin', tailgatin' Cop-dodgin', line-crossing, coffee-drinkin', pinballing Jack-knifin', fog-timin', windjammin', late-running 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 a-really gonna break her heart when I have to tell her: Next time, baby I'm a double-clutchin', scale-jumpin', mile-makin', tailgatin' Cop-dodgin', line-crossing, coffee-drinkin', pinballin' Jack-knifin', fog-timin', windjammin', late-running Gear-bustin' sort of a feller That [Honk-honk] sightseer holdin' me up half an hour He's a-pokin' along with 280 horsepower You'd 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', fog-timin', windjammin', late-running Gear-bustin' sort of a feller Dad-blame sightseers Get off the road I gotta be in Atlanta by 8:30 Oh, what's that man doin' on a tractor? Through the sign! Saturday afternoon drivers Goin' to town, huh?