The Legend

Lyrics
You heard about the legend of Jesse James And John Henry, just to mention some names But there's a truck-drivin' legend in the South today A man called Bandit from Atlanta, G.A Every gearjammer knows his name They swear he got ice water runnin' in his veins A foot like lead and nerves like steel He's gonna go to glory ridin' eighteen wheels Oh, honey hooves [?] Well, he left Atlanta back in '63 Haulin' him a load up to Tennessee He hit Monteagle and it started to rain So hard he couldn't even see the passin' lane Well, he started downgrade when he lost a gear He reached for the brakes, found he had no air That Monteagle grade is steep and long And everybody that seen it thought the Bandit was gone Well[?], well listen now Well, his truck jack-knifed, turned completely 'round He was comin' down backwards, 'bout the speed of sound A lot of folks seen him, and they all say He had his head out the window, yellin', 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-drivin' legend in the South today A man called Bandit from Atlanta, G.A Every gearjammer knows his name They swear he's got ice water runnin' in his veins A foot like lead and nerves like steel He's gonna go to glory ridin' eighteen wheels Aww, help him get down [?] Mercy [?] Get down, hon' [?]
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Credits
- Writers
- Jerry Reed