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The Jogger - Bobby Bare
Written by：Sheldon Silverstein
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

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'

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

Want some gatorade