The White Knight Now on 75 or 85 or I-20, tother way Breaker, breaker It's that Japanese toy Yeah, citizens band Now ahead of your children Well, I's loaded down coming outta Lake City Said go to double nickels Oh, mercy, preciate that, good buddy Ten four, Back door Well, the bears are gone All right, White Knight Well, there I was a streaking When wall to wall, I got a call Well, I jammed my stick and lost twenty quick Hey there, Super Trooper Ten four, Back door Whoa, now, buddy, that's fighting talk Well, I hammered down like I had wings Thought to myself, that can't be true Well, I could see that bear So in that cold, dark Georgia night Break one nine for the Super Trooper Ten four, Back door Want you boys to know each other real well How 'bout it That's it, cotton-pickers No, sir
Cledus Maggard
Turn your squelch to the right
And in the night
You'll hear some good buddy say
Got a picture taker
On Smokies at 43
The truckers joy
That everybody calls CB
Keeps you up to date with the
Fender benders and the Tijuana Taxis
And all them bears out there
Flip, flop
And ahead of your wife
On the list of the ten best things in life
Your CB's gotta rate right around number four
Course, beavers, hot biscuits, and Merle Haggard
Come one, two, three, you know
I was checking out seat covers young and pretty
When all of a sudden, there come a call
Over my CB, ringing wall to wall
As you hit the ridge
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Cause there's a Smokie picture taker
Just aside of the bridge
Uh, what's your handle, there, come on
Got any county Mounties out there prowling
Come on, and he said
Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar
Hammer down to Macon town
Gonna see my Mama, sure
Let's bring it on
The Georgia lines outta sight
Pulled outta Richmond town
Last Saturday night and my handle is
The White Knight, how 'bout it
Hammer down, you got
The Mean Machine here
My needle was a peaking right around 79
That old diesel juice was a getting loose
And everything was fine
From my front door big bear trapper
Said, break one nine, good buddy of mine
You got a Smokie in a plain white wrapper
You could hear them gears a tapping
I got passed by a beaver in a Camaro
And I was cruising along a going so slow
I could count every button on that
Frilly blouse she was wearing
Course, they weren't but one
Yeah, that's that crafty smokie
Over there with a CB of his own
Hey, White Knight, let's slide one off
The Super Trooper, come on
Put the pedal to the metal
Whatcha waiting for
If that old white can't stay in sight
Gonna leave you here and say no more
How 'bout it
Ill get up there and blow your doors off
Little gravels in my wheels
Going ping, ping, ping
'Bout the time I hit ninety-two
I saw something flashing in my rear view
But there it was, going blue, blue, blue
Uh oh, bubblegum machine done hit the jackpot
All laughing big, hanging in tightOn the back of my rig
And right there and then
It come to me wall to wall
In the shadow of Smokie Bear's blue light
I decided to make just one more CB call
Hey there, Smokie old buddy
Tell me if I'm right
Are you my front door
Are you the White Knight, come on
And he said
You in a heap a trouble, boy, for sure
Gonna read you your rights and treat you fair
Just pull over there with your rocking chair
'Cause you gonna be sharing the same jail cell
You make twelve cotton pickers I've caught tonight
Running front door as that White Knight
Forty miles over the speed limit
You boys gonna be here a spell
I've done been grounded
My tail in jail and my rig impounded
So when you're coming
Through the Georgia night
Don't bever get no front door
Called the White Knight
Wind in up the pokey with Smokie
I'm gonna pull that ole CB thing
Out by the wires
I don't care if it is a Johnson
