The Jogger

(album: Drinking From The Bottle - 1983)

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 ol' 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 running 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 ol' 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 here comes one now... Hey good buddy
How ya doin?
Want some gatorade?