| You heard about the legend of Jesse James
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| And John Henry just to mention some names
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| Well there’s a truck driving legend in the south today
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| A man called Bandit from Atlanta, GA
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| Every gearjammer knows his name
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| They swear he got icewater runnin' in his veins
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| A foot like lead, and nerves like steel
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| He’s gonna go to glory ridin' 18 wheels
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| He left Atlanta back in '63
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| Haulin' him a load up to Tennessee
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| He hit Monteagle in the driving rain
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| So hard he couldn’t even see the passing lane
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| Well he started downgrade when he lost a gear
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| He hit them brakes; |
| found he had no air
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| The Monteagle grade is steep and long
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| And everybody that seen it thought the Bandit was gone
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| Well his truck jack-knifed; |
| turned completely 'round
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| He was coming down backwards 'bout the speed of sound
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| A lot of folks seen him and they all say
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| He had his head out the window yelling «Clear the way!»
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| Well he got to the bottom safe and sound
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| Everybody asked Bandit how he made it down
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| He said folks when the truck picked up too much speed
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| I just run along beside it and drug my feet
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| You heard the legend of Jesse James
|
| And John Henry just to mention some names
|
| Well there’s a truck driving legend in the south today
|
| A man called Bandit from Atlanta, GA
|
| Every gearjammer knows his name
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| They swear he’s got icewater runnin' in his veins
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| A foot like lead, and nerves like steel
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| He’s goin' up to glory ridin' 18 wheels |