The Jogger Composer(s): Shel Silverstein Performer(s): Bobby Bare
Well, Ive been a trucker now for 20 years from the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers An sharin the road with the race car nuts and loggers Sunday drivers, scouts on hikes Hells Angels on Harley bikes I never met a roader I didnt like, 'cept them joggers
One day Im rollin down 101, I got 18 wheels and a 14-ton Radio playin a good ol country rocker The day was surely a truckers 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 mens room locker Well Im a runnin late with an overload so get your Adidas off a this road Im L.A. bound and I dont slow down for dead raccoons or joggers"
"Well without breakin stride or losin' poise" he said "You and that rig sure make some noise But I cant talk now, cause Im racin against the clocker But its just nine miles to Forkers Leap and if you aint afraid to race that heap Well see how that ol rig holds up against a super jogger"
Race, I must be hearin wrong the boys been runnin in the sun too long The only place hes a racin to is a doctor But before I could say "Hey, thank ya, no" that fool yells "Ready, get set, go" And the race is on and were off and gone me and that maniac jogger
I couldve 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 comin and he starts to fly So I kicked her to sixty and shift to high and finally catch that jogger, and it wasnt easy
Now Im doin eighty and I turned to check and hes stayin right with me neck in neck His hearts a thumpin like an engine goin poo poon pucker
prooon!! Then he yelled out "I hope youre set, cuz I aint shifted into second yet" Then he unwinds and leaves me behind, eaten the dust of a jogger
Then I see him a joggin up into the sky and he yells "Hey, thanks for the exercise And I hope that losin the race was not too shockin Ya see, my Dad says, Heaven aint no place to run I try to be an obedient son So I got to come down to earth to do my joggin"
Well thats the story, take it or leave it my trucker buddies, they believe it So do them race car nuts and Harley hoggers And Im still drivin much the same 'cept I dont call nobody names And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them good old joggers
Hey, theres one now Hey, everybody hangin in there It wasnt
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