| We is screamin’through the valley
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| Where the Nishnabotna flows
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| Through the mud and crud and cornfields
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| Where the mari-ju-wana grows
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| 'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
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| Down the hills and up the dale
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| Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
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| And Smokey on my tail.
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| Well, he picked me up at exit 12
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| On the I-six-eighty ramp
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| I was doin'67 per
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| When I rumbled through his trap
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| He commenced to whirl his flashin’lights
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| And he made his siren wail
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| I slipped on down to four-wheel drive
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| With Smokey on my tail
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| Now I got racin’stripes and dual pipes
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| And Smokey’s got a Ford
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| Got a mill with a four pot carb, you know
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| But Smokey’s stroked and bored
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| Well, the chase was on, but I had the edge
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| With a rig that’ll never fail
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| Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
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| And Smokey on my tail
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| Yeah, he was.
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| Well, I dropped on down to granny low
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| And I made a hard right turn
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| My big ol’fat Commando tires
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| Went slashin’through the corn
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| Well, the tassels blew
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| And the kernels flew
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| And it looked like yella hail
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| Just cookin’alive in a four-wheel drive
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| With Smokey on my tail
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| Well, we went screamin’through the valley
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| Where the Nishnabotna flows
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| Through the mud and crud and cornfields
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| Where the mari-ju-wana grows
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| 'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
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| Up the hills and down the dales
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| My CJ-5 with four-wheel drive
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| And Smokey on my tail.
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| Look out, now. |
| Here he come.
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| Oh, we gonna get it on now.
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| (Don't hit that fella with the banjo.)
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| We gonna swim this here creek now, Smokey.
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| Yard wide and a foot deep.
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| «Nishnabota River», they call it.
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| Might haveta winch out.
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| Gonna do a wheelie on that there gopher mound now, Smokey.
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| Can you dig it, Smokey?
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| Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, didn’t we?
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| Goodness gracious. |
| 'Bout ta bust my shocks.
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| Well, that Jeep of mine made Smokey whine
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| His rig was made of lead
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| He was mired in fourteen feet of mud
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| So he radioed ahead
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| I pulled up onto the blacktop
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| Went crashin’on through the rail
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| Sakes alive! |
| I had twenty-five more
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| Smokeys on my tail!
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| Now I had racin’stripes and dual pipes
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| And Smokey had a Ford
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| Had a mill with a four pot carb, you know
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| But Smokey’s stroked and bored
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| Well, the race was on, but I had the edge
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| With a rig that’ll never fail
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| Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
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| Settin’out back a’the jail |