We was huntin’ bear for the rockin’ chair, out on I-Four-Oh

Dodgin’ bucks an' pick-up trucks in west New Mexico

It was a cloudy day and me and ol’ Jay was just about bored to tears

But we come awake when a C.B. break come a ringin’ loud and clear

And we heard this voice that we ain’t never heard before sayin’

"Break 19, I’m C.B Savage

Hi all you 18-wheelers, anyone 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 heard?”

He nodded his head, and his face got red, and he never said a word

We both reached for the mic, a-thinkin’ we might, just answer that one-nine call

When that C.B. device come back to life, just a lispin’ wall-to-wall

And that unusual voice came on again, sayin’

Break one-nine again, this is your one and only C.B. Savage

Mercy sakes good buddies, aha, could I please have your 20?

I’d settle for a big 10-4

Mercy, mercy, how ’bout a mile ha post

Listen, you can’t keep your hammers down forever you know

Speak to me peddle pumpers, how about it?

Well the box went dead and we looked straight ahead and didn’t say a word at all

We had four in the chair, and the door back there, but nobody’d answer that call

A while went by, and Jay and I, we started breathin’ again

We figured this stranger was plumb out-of-range, when all at once he'd come back in

It was that same odd voice sayin’

Breakers, breakers, any takers, hi, hi, it’s me again

I’m in your chair and I love it there

Say you truckers really know how to take a person for a ride

Speak to me you diesel demons, I’d love to get to know your handles, ah

C.B. Savage here, come-on, come-on

I grabbed the mike, and I held it tight, and my hand began to sweat

I looked at Jay, and he was grinnin’ away, like a big ol, bird-fed cat

So I put down the talker, and turned up the squawker, and got a good grip on the wheel

I decided the trucker that answered this nut 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 Jimmi Jammers you

Do I ever have a surprise for you

If 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 company

Fine plain white Smokeys dressin’ up for a ticket-writin’ party

Y’all were so busy copyin’ my put-on, you didn’t notice your little convoy was being infiltrated

You can start shuttin’ ’em down any time now

This is your C.B. Savage, the Smokey’s friend, wall-to-wall and tree top tall

That is all, bye bye