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Me an' was workin' the superslab outside a' that Ogallala?
When outta town a local clown in a '65 Impala
Had a 'coon flyin' off a' his whip antenna

We was haulin' a load a' go-go girls
Truckin' 'em over to
Old boy got on his
Says "How's a little showdown?"

Well, hot damn, I'm a man,
So get yer bets down
'Cause this old gonna make us a buck
in the bread pan, pickin' out vittles
Swing heifers and away we go

Wake up, Earl, we gots to that pile a' junk over ta North Platte city

Well, one-eyed bears and wild
We got the back pad-locked
He says, "Bet bucks and a side a' beef,
"I can beat them ta Flat Rock."

You hear that, Earl? He says he's gonna Ol' Bessie here!

I says, "Call your five and ya ten
"Jes' kiss that goodby, boy
"'Cause when Bessie hits that floatin'
"You be eatin' Hereford pie. Yeah."

Well, hot damn, I'm a man,
So ev'rybody get yer down
'Cause this old gonna make us a buck
She round them curves at thirty gees
A full a' cows an' a hood full a' bees

it up a notch, Earl.
Yeah, that's it. That's floatin' gear! Bessie!

Well, tuck it on in and it for the barn
If we don't win, we sell the farm

If this old wreck don't my neck,
We gonna take them to a discatheque

I says, "Come on, Earl, give it a whirl.
"That is a-pickin' up speed."
Well, we crossed the at a hundred flat
Old Bessie was a-blowin' the

We was in that Monfort lane.

Yeah, we won the race with a ace
When the Chevy a fatal pass
Yeah, he got too
Got a terminal dose a' that good ol' gas.
Phew!

Hot damn, I'm a man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets
'Cause this old truck's gonna make us a
She's rollin' the shakedown

Hot damn, I'm a man
And I sorta ta put my foot down
old rig gonna blow your wig
Got go-go and a Peterbilt cab
see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown