(Yeah, 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 sakes live, looks like we got our selfs a
convoy)
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin logs
Caben over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin hogs
We’s headed for bear on eye-one-oh
About a mile outta Shakeytown
I says “pigpen, this here’s the Rubber Duck
And I’m about to put the hammer down”
Coz we got a little ol’ convoy rockin’ thru the night
Yeah we got a little ol’ 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 the Duck an’ you wanna back off on
them hogs?)
(Ah, ten-four, about five mile or so)
(Ten roger, them smokey is gettin' IN-tense 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”
Coz we got a great big convoy rockin’ thru the night
Yeah we got a great big convoy aint she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy aint nothin’ gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy ‘cross the USA
Convoy__
(Ah, you want to give me a ten-nine on that pigpen?)
(Ah, negatory pigpen, you’re still too close. Yeah them smokey's is startin’
to close up my sinuses. Mercy’s sakes 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 sittin’ on the scales
By the time we hit that Shy town
Them bears was a-gettin' smart
They bought up some reinforcements
From the Illinois National Guard
There’s armoured cars and tanks and jeeps
An’ 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 screaming trucks
And eleven longhaired 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 aint gonna pay no toll”
So we crashed the gate doin’ ninety-eight
I says “Let them truckers roll, ten-four”
Coz we got a mighty convoy rockin’ thru the night
Yeah we got a mighty convoy aint she a beautiful sight
Come on and join our convoy aint nothin’ gonna get in our way
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy ‘cross the USA
Convoy__
(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 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.)
