Cledus Maggard And The Citizen's Band - The White Knight Lyrics
Now on 75 or 85 or I-20, tother wayTurn your squelch to the rightAnd in the nightYou'll hear some good buddy sayBreaker, breakerGot a picture takerOn Smokies at 43It's that Japanese toyThe truckers joyThat everybody calls cbYeah, citizens bandKeeps you up to date with theFender benders and the Tijuana TaxisAnd all them bears out thereFlip, flopNow ahead of your childrenAnd ahead of your wifeOn the list of the ten best things in lifeYour cb's gotta rate right around number fourCourse, beavers, hot biscuits, and Merle HaggardCome one, two, three, you knowWell, I's loaded down coming outta Lake CityI was checking out seat covers young and prettyWhen all of a sudden, there come a callOver my cb, ringing wall to wallSaid go to double nickelsAs you hit the ridgeCause there's a Smokie picture takerJust aside of the bridgeOh, mercy, preciate that, good buddyUh, what's your handle, there, come onGot any county Mounties out there prowlingCome on, and he saidTen four, Back doorPut the pedal to the metal and let it roarHammer down to Macon townGonna see my Mama, sureWell, the bears are goneLet's bring it onThe Georgia lines outta sightPulled outta Richmond townLast Saturday night and my handle isThe White Knight, how 'bout itAll right, White KnightHammer down, you gotThe Mean Machine hereWell, there I was a streakingMy needle was a peaking right around 79That old diesel juice was a getting looseAnd everything was fineWhen wall to wall, I got a callFrom my front door big bear trapperSaid, break one nine, good buddy of mineYou got a Smokie in a plain white wrapperWell, I jammed my stick and lost twenty quickYou could hear them gears a tappingI got passed by a beaver in a CamaroAnd I was cruising along a going so slowI could count every button on thatFrilly blouse she was wearingCourse, they weren't but oneHey there, Super TrooperYeah, that's that crafty smokieOver there with a cb of his ownHey, White Knight, let's slide one offThe Super Trooper, come onTen four, Back doorPut the pedal to the metalWhatcha waiting forIf that old white can't stay in sightGonna leave you here and say no moreHow 'bout itWhoa, now, buddy, that's fighting talkI'll get up there and blow your doors offWell, I hammered down like I had wingsLittle gravels in my wheelsGoing ping, ping, ping'Bout the time I hit ninety-twoI saw something flashing in my rear viewThought to myself, that can't be trueBut there it was, going blue, blue, blueUh oh, bubblegum machine done hit the jackpotWell, I could see that bearAll laughing big, hanging in tightOn the back of my rigAnd right there and thenIt come to me wall to wallSo in that cold, dark Georgia nightIn the shadow of Smokie Bear's blue lightI decided to make just one more cb callBreak one nine for the Super TrooperHey there, Smokie old buddyTell me if I'm rightAre you my front doorAre you the White Knight, come onAnd he saidTen four, Back doorYou in a heap a trouble, boy, for sureGonna read you your rights and treat you fairJust pull over there with your rocking chairWant you boys to know each other real well'Cause you gonna be sharing the same jail cellYou make twelve cotton pickers I've caught tonightRunning front door as that White KnightHow 'bout itForty miles over the speed limitYou boys gonna be here a spellThat's it, cotton-pickersI've done been groundedMy tail in jail and my rig impoundedSo when you're comingThrough the Georgia nightDon't bever get no front doorCalled the White KnightNo, sirWind in up the pokey with SmokieI'm gonna pull that ole cb thingOut by the wiresI don't care if it is a Johnson
