Convoy – C.W. McCall

Blame Greg for planting this in my head today. It was the first record I ever owned.
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LEGEND: spoken on CB Radio in background

Ah, breaker one-nine, this here’s the Rubber Duck. You got a copy on me. Pigpen? C’mon.
Ah, yeah, ten-four, Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly, it’s clean clear to Flagtown. C’mon.
Yeah, that’s a big ten-four there, Pigpen. Yeah, we definitely got the front door,
good buddy. Mercy’s sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy

It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
And a Kenworth pullin’ logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin’ hogs
We’s headin’ for bear on Eye-one-oh
’bout a mile outta Shakeytown
I says “Pigpen, this here’s Rubber Duck”
“And I’m about to put the hammer down”

CHORUS:
‘Cause we got a little ole convoy rockin’ thru the night
Yeah, we got a little ole convoy, ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy, ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy ‘cross the USA
Convoy

Ah, breaker, Pigpen, this here’s Duck ‘n’ you wanna back off them hogs?
Ah, ten-four
About 5 mile or so
Ten roger
Them hogs is gettin’ INtense up here.

By the time we got into Tulsa-town we had 85 trucks in all
But they’s a roadblock up on the cloverleaf
And them bears ‘s wall-to-wall
Yeah, them smokeys ‘s thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear in the air
I says “Callin’ all trucks, this here’s the Duck”
“We about to go a-huntin’ bear”

CHORUS

Ah, you wanna give me a ten-nine on that, Pigpen? Negatory, Pigpen, you’re still
too close. Yeah, them hogs is startin’ to close up my sinuses. Mercy’s sake, you
better back off another ten

Well, we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four
Like a rocket-sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left ’em settin’ on the scales
By the time we hit that “Chi-town”
Them bears was a-gettin smart
They brought up some reinforcements
>From the “Illinoise” National Guard

There’s armored cars and tanks and jeeps
‘n’ rigs of ev’ry size
Yeah, them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies
Well, we shot the line, we went for broke
With a thousand screamin’ trucks
And eleven long-haired friends of Jesus
In a chartreuse microbus

Ah, Rubber Duck, this ‘s Sodbuster. C’mon here
Yeah, ten-four, Sodbuster. Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide-jockey?
Yeah, he’s haulin’ dynamite and he needs all the help he can get

Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey Shore
Prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn’t have a doggone dime
I says “Pigpen, this here’s the Rubber Duck”
“We just ain’t a-gonna pay no toll”
So we crashed the gate doin’ ninety-eight
I says “let them truckers roll, ten-four”

CHORUS

Ah, ten-four, Pigpen. What’s your twenty? OMAHA? Well, they oughta know
what to do with them hogs out there, for sure. Well, mercy’s sakes, good buddy,
we gonna back on outta here, so keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears
off your……..tail. We’ll catch you on the flip-flop. This here’s the Rubber Duck on
the side. We gone. ‘bye, ‘bye

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-Artist:: C. W. McCall as sung on “Country Memories”: MCA MSD2-35429
-peak Billboard position # 1 for 1 week in 1975-76
-Words and Music by C. W. McCall, Bill Fries, and Chip Davis