The Legend

You heard about the legend of Jesse James And John Henry just to mention some names Well there's a truck drivin' legend in the south today A man called Bandit from Atlanta, GA Every gear jammer knows his name They swear he's got ice water runnin' in his veins A foot like lead and nerves like steel He's gonna go to glory ridin' eighteen wheels Ah boy He left Atlanta back in 'sixty three Haulin' him a load up in Tennessee He hit Monteagle in the driving rain So hard he couldn't even see the passin' lane Well he started downgrade when he lost a gear He hit them brakes; found he had no air The Mounteagle grade is steep and long And everybody that seen it thought the bandit was gone Aww son Well his truck jack-knifed turned completely 'round He was comin' down backwards 'bout the speed of sound A lot of folks seen him and they all say, He had his head out the window yellin' clear the way Well he got to the bottom safe and sound Everybody asked Bandit how he made it down He said, folks when the truck picked up too much speed I just run along beside it and drug my feet You heard the legend of Jesse James And John Henry just to mention some names Well theres a truck drivin' legend in the south today A man called Bandit from Atlanta, GA Every gear jammer knows his name They swear he's got ice water runnin' in his veins A foot like lead and nerves like steel He's goin' up to glory ridin' eighteen wheels Aw I tell you boy