Convoy

(C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis)
From the album Black Bear Road.

[On the CB]
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's [bad word] Duck. You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it's
clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon. Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen,
yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks
like we got us a convoy...

Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin' logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We is headin' for bear on I-one-oh
'Bout a mile outta Shaky Town
I says, "Pig Pen, this here's [bad word] Duck.
"And I'm about to put the hammer down."
 [bad word] 
'Cause we got a little convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a little convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful [bad word] on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this [bad word]  convoy
'Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!

[On the CB]
Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's the Duck. And, you wanna back off them
hogs? Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so. Ten, roger. Them hogs is gettin'
IN-tense up here.

By the time we got into Tulsa Town,
We had eighty-five [bad word] in all.
But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf,
And them bears was wall-to-wall.
Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper;
They even had a bear in the air!
I says, "Callin' all [bad word]  this here's the Duck.
"We about to go a-huntin' bear."
 [bad word] 
'Cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a great big convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful [bad word] on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this [bad word]  convoy
'Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!

[On the CB]
Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen? Negatory, Pig Pen; you're
still too close. Yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. Mercy
sakes, you better back off another ten.

Well, we rolled up Interstate 44
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'd brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinoise National Guard.
There's armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps,
And rigs of ev'ry size.
Yeah, them chicken coops was full'a bears
And choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line and we went for broke
With a thousand screamin' [bad word] An' eleven long-haired Friends a' Jesus
In a chartreuse micra-bus.

[On the CB] [bad word] Duck to [bad word] over. Yeah, 10-4, Sodbuster? Lissen, you
wanna put that micra-bus right 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
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn't have a dog-goned dime.
I says, "Pig Pen, this here's [bad word] Duck.
"We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll."
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says "Let them [bad word] roll, 10-4."
 [bad word] 
'Cause we got a mighty convoy
Rockin' through the night.
Yeah, we got a mighty convoy,
Ain't she a beautiful [bad word] on and join our convoy
Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this [bad word]  convoy
'Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!

Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, what's your twenty?
OMAHA? Well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. Well, mercy sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep the bugs off your glass and the bears off your...