You heard 'bout the legend of Jesse James, an' John Henery just to mention some
names.
Well there's a truck drivin' legend in the south today.
A man
called Bandit, from Atlanta, Gee-A
Every gear jammer knows his name.
They
swear he got ice blood runin' in his veins.
A foot like lead, and nerves like
steel.
He's gonna go to glory ridin' an 18-wheel.

Oh, boy!

He
left Atlanta back in '63.
Haulin' him a load up to Tennessee.
He hit
Mount Eagle in a drivin' rain,
so hard he couldn't even see the passing
lane.
Well he started down the grade when he lost a gear.
He hit them
breaks and found he had no air.
The Mount Eagle grade is steep and
long,
and everybody that seen it thought the Bandit was gone.

Oh
Son!

Well his truck jack-knifed, turned completly round,
he was
coming down backwards 'bout the speed of sound.
Alot of folks seen him, and
they all say
he had his head out the window yelling, "Clear the
way!"

Well he got to the bottom, safe and sound,
and everybody asked
Bandit how he made it down.
He said folks when the truck picked up too much
speed I just runned along beside it and drug my feet.

You heard the
legend of Jesse James, an' John Henery just to mention some names.
Well
there's a truck drivin' legend in the south today.
A man called Bandit, from
Atlanta, Gee-A
Every gear jammer knows his name.
They swear he's got ice
blood runin' in his veins.
A foot like lead, and nerves like steel.
He's
going up to glory ridin' an 18-wheel.

Oh tell 'em!

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