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