Jogger Lyrics - Bobby Bare

Well I've been a trucker more than twenty years 

From the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers 

Sharin' the road with race car nuts and loggers 

Sunday drivers scouts on hikes Hells Angels on Harley bikes 

I never met a roader I didn't like cept them joggers 

One day I'm rollin' down 1-0-1 

I got 18 wheels under 14-tons 

Radio playin' a good ol' country rocker 

The day was sure a trucker's 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 men's room locker 

But I'm a runnin' late with an overload 

So get your Adidas off a this road 

I'm LA bound and I don't 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 can't talk now cause I'm racin' against the clocker 

But it's just nine miles to Forkers Leap 

And if you ain't afraid to race that heap 

We'll see how that ol' rig holds up against a super jogger 

Race I must be hearin' wrong 

The boy's been runnin' in the sun too long 

The only place he's racin' to is a doctor's 

But before I could say thank you no 

That fool yells ready get set go 

And the race is on we're off and gone me and that maniac jogger 

Well I could've 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 pushed her to sixty and shift to high and finally catch that jogger 

And it wasn't easy 

Now I'm doin' eighty and I turned to check 

And he's stayin' right with me neck in neck 

His hearts a thumpin' like my engine goin' pop pop pocker 

Then he yells out I hope you're set 

Cause I ain't shifted into second yet 

Then he unwinds and leaves me behind eaten the dust of a jogger 

Then I see him joggin' up into the sky 

And he yells hey thanks for the exercise 

I hope that losin' this race was not too shockin' 

Ya see my dad says heaven's no place to run 

And I try to be an obedient son 

So I have to come down to earth to do my joggin' 

Well that's my story take it or leave it 

My trucker buddies they believe it 

So do those race car nuts and Harley hoggers 

And I'm still drivin' much the same 

Cept I don't call nobody names 

And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them good old joggers 

Hey here comes one now... Hey good buddy 

How ya doin? 

Want some gatorade?