Rod Hart - C.B. Savage Lyrics
We was huntin' bear for the rockin' chair out on I-40Dodgin' bucks n pick-up trucks in west New MexicoIt was a cloudy day and me and ole Jay was just about bored to tearsBut we come awake when a C. B. Break come a ringin' loud and clearAnd we heard this voice that we ain't never heard before sayin'(Break 19, I'm C. B Savage, Hi all you 18 wheelersAnyone seen any smokey bears,How about some bare smokies?, aha C. B. Savage here come-on)Well, I looked at Jay, and I said Hey, did you hear what I just heardHe nodded his head, and his face got red, n he never said a wordWe both reached for the mike, a thinkin' we might, just answer that 19 callWhen that C. B. Device came back to life, just a lispin' wall to wallAnd that unusual voice came on again sayin'(Break 19 again, this is your one and only C. B. SavageMercy sakes good bodies, aha, could I please have your 20?I'd settle for a big 10-4, mercy, mercy, how 'bout a mile postListen, you can't keep your hammers down forever you knowSpeak to me peddle pumpers, how about it)Well the box went dead and we looked straight ahead and didn't say a word at allWe had 4 in the chair, and the door back there, but nobody'd answer that callA while went by, and Jay and I, we started breathin' againWe figured this stranger was plumb out of range, when all at once he come back inIt was that same odd voice sayin'(Breakers, Breakers, any takers, Hi Hi, it's me againI'm in your chair and I love it thereSay you truckers really know how to take a person for a rideSpeak to me you Diesel Demons, I'd love to get to know your handles ahaC. B. Savage here, come-on, come-on)Well I grabbed the mike, and I held it tight, and my hand began to sweatI looked at Jay, and he was grinnin' away, like a big ole bird fed catSo I put down the talker, and turned up the squaker, and got a good grip on the wheelI decided the trucker that answered this duck sure as heck wasn't gonna be me'Bout that time that weird voice came back on again sayin'(You Hoo, Breakeroo, Hi Hi you Jim Dandy Jimmy jammers youDo I ever have a surprise for youIf you listen real close, you'll find my voice is changin'And if you'll start checkin' your rear views, you'll find you got companyFine plain white smokies dressin' up for a ticket writin' partyY'all was so busy copyin' my put on, you didn't notice your little convoy was being infiltratedYou can start shuttin' 'em down any time nowThis is your C. B. Savage, the smokies friend, wall to wall and tree top tallThat is all, bye bye)
