The Jogger - Bobby Bare (Bobby Bare)

Well I've been a trucker more than twenty years

From the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers

Sharing the road with race car nuts and loggers

Sunday drivers scouts on hikes Hells Angels on Harley bikes

I never met a roader I didn't like cept them joggers

One day I'm rolling down 1 0 1

I got 18 wheels under 14 tons

Radio playing a good olg country rocker

The day was sure a trucker's dream

The sky was sunny and the air was clean

When up ahead on the road

I seen one of them joggers

He was dressed like they do in baby blue

With shortie shorts and a headband too

I yelled Sweetie I bet that you are the hit

Of the men's room locker

But I'm a runnin' late with an overload

So get your Adidas off a this road

I'm LA bound and

I don't slow down for dead raccoons or joggers

Well without breaking stride or losing poise

He said you and that rig sure make some noise

But I can't talk now cause

I'm racing against the clocker

But it's just nine miles to Forkers Leap

And if you ain't afraid to race that heap

We'll see how that olg rig

Holds up against a super jogger

Race I must be hearing wrong

The boy's been running in the sun too long

The only place he's racing to is a doctor's

But before I could say thank you no

That fool yells ready get set go

And the race is on we're off

And gone me and that maniac jogger

Well I could've left him far behind

But I played with him like a fish on a line

And I stayed about a half a mile behind that sucker

Then I pushed her up to forty five

And he sees me coming and he starts to fly

So I pushed her to sixty and shift to high

And finally catch that jogger

And it wasn't easy

Now I'm doing eighty and I turned to check

And he's staying right with me neck in neck

His hearts a thumping like my engine

Going pop pop pocker

Then he yells out I hope you're set

Cause I ain't shifted into second yet

Then he unwinds and leaves me behind eaten

The dust of a jogger

Then I see him jogging up into the sky

And he yells hey thanks for the exercise

I hope that losing this race was not too shocking

Ya see my dad says heaven's no place to run

And I try to be an obedient son

So I have to come down to earth

To do my jogging

Well that's my story take it or leave it

My trucker buddies they believe it

So do those race car nuts and Harley hoggers

And I'm still driving much the same

Cept I don't call nobody names

And I tip my hat each time

I pass one of them good old joggers

Hey Hey good buddy

Can I get to some

How ya doin

Want some gatorade