Me and Ole C.B.

I was riding this eighteen-wheeler before they painted lines

Never made much money 'cause I couldn't make no time

Used to be a running battle between ol' Smokey and me

But now I got a six-foot Shakespeare, me and ol' CB

Well, tonight I got the front door

Can't always have the rocking chair

Pig Pen's got that back door closed

Just told me on the air

Just checked out the westbound

Road Hawk said she's clean

Looks like a money-making run for me and ol' CB

Ace the blue-eyed Indian still runs with Single Drive

Ol' Single Drive, he's a ratchet jaw

But he keeps the night alive

And Jolly Jack, that beaver nut's

Checking covers on the seat

We're looking for a red Pinto, me and ol' CB

There goes Circle City Peddler

Boy, he's getting fat

He makes his turn at Derby Town

I couldn't live like that

The Chicken Coop is open and so is DOT

Hey, appreciate that info Cisco, me and ol' CB

The California Devil, he's down at marker 25

He just hollered, "breaker, breaker

Hey, them bushes are alive"

Now comb your hair

They're taking pictures down at 23

We'll give them a big five-five smile

Me and ol' CB

Now look at that four-wheel barricade

Just blew off my back door

Ol' Smokey gonna get in

That's a big 10-4

Now Hawkeye's had the hammer down

Since Nashville, Tennessee

He just saved some green stamps thanks to me and ol' CB

Hey Paul from Shaky City

He's talking to a daze

Coming on to that Kewpie doll

You sound like a little pretty face

If he'd give me a breaker

I'd tell her to go on down to three

She might be running single like me and ol' CB

Windy City Charlie, he's down at marker nine

I just checked my twenty, I ain't running far behind

Me and this eighteen-wheeler

Well, we're just about home free

Made damn good time didn't pay one fine

Me and ol' CB

Yeah, come on, come on in there roadrunner

Yeah, that's a big ten-four

That's for continental cowboys home twenty

We'll see you on the flip