Convoy (Theatrical Version)- C.W. McCall (Vinyl Restoration) CC


Ah, Breaker 1-9, this here’s a Rubber Duck You got a copy on me, Love Machine? Ah 10-4 Big Pig Pen, for sure, for sure By golly its clean, clear to Taco town Yeah, we definitely got us a front door, good buddy Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy Arizona, Noon, on the 7th of June, when they high-balled over the pass Bulldog Mack, with a can on back, and a Jaguar, Haulin’ ass He’s 10 on the floor, stroke an’ bore Seatcover’s starting to gain Now beaver, you a-truckin’ with the rubber duck And I’m bout to pull the plug on your drain Cause we got a little ol’ convoy Rocking through the night Yeah, we got a little ol’ convoy, ain’t she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy, ain’t nothing gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy across the USA (convoy) Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here’s the Duck, again, and ah you wanna back off (Convoy) on them go-go girls? 10, roger, ’bout five mile or so. Yeah, them hogs is gettin’ in-tense up here New Mexico, on I-40 like a Texas lizard on glass One thousand pedals was mashin’ the metal
Them bears was a-walkin’ the grass We trucked all day and we trucked all night Big Benny improvin’ our style We could tell by the smell we was headin’ for hell, and the Devil was Dirty Lyle Cause we got a great big convoy, rockin’ through the night Yeah we got a great big 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 across the USA Convoy Ah, now here’s the plan, Pig Pen. When we get to the pass, (Convoy) we’re gonna put on our fish costumes, pass out the Vaseline® an’ an extra ration a’ rum for the men. That should do it. Now Lyle was a creep, he was tacky and cheap, but he had him a badge an’ a gun He hated the duck, and he hated his truck, and he loved to bust truckers for fun So he followed the line, and he bided his time and he watched for his chance to strike Then he picked on a trucker, yeah a wiry ol’ sucker, yeah the trucker they call spider mike But the great Rubber Duck sorta run out of luck, when he crossed that final bridge There’s choppers and rigs fulla’ guns an’ pigs, they’s wall to wall on the ridge He showed no fear as he grabbed his gear and he stuck it in grandaddy low Them guns went boom and his ass went zoom, and the Mack took a terminal blow Ah, how ’bout ya, Big Nasty, c’mon there. Say, listen, Big Nasty, we sure are glad you was along on this here run ta kick ass, dontcha know? Ah, 10-4, I know you can’t say “kick ass” on the CB. Back. Well that big black Mack stopped dead in her tracks when the trailer blew high in the air There was pieces of truck and some pieces of duck and junk and derbies everywhere Then the rig took a drink and commenced to sink and there was no duck no more But that evil smile from dirty ol’ Lyle shone South from the North Texas Shore Cause we got a mighty convoy, rockin’ through the night Yeah we got a mighty convoy, ain’t she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy, ain’t nothing gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy across the USA Convoy! 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, listen, good buddy keep the bugs off’n your glass and the bears off’n your ass. We’ll catch you on the flip-flop. This here’s the Rubber Duck on the side. Southbound an’ down. We gone, ‘Bye ‘Bye

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