for truckers in FL, PNW, and maybe going to Crawford ..... CONVOY

[bobbieinok]

Convoy

-Artist:: C. W. McCall as sung on "Country Memories": MCA MSD2-35429
-peak Billboard position # 1 for 1 week in 1975-76
-Words and Music by C. W. McCall, Bill Fries, and Chip Davis


LEGEND: <spoken on CB Radio in background>
(sung by background singers)

<Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You got a copy on me.
Pigpen? C'mon.>
<Ah, yeah, ten-four, Pigpen, for sure, for sure. By golly, it's clean clear to
Flagtown. C'mon.>
<Yeah, that's a big ten-four there, Pigpen. Yeah, we definitely got the front door,
good buddy. Mercy's sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy>

It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
And a Kenworth pullin' logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin' hogs
We's headin' for bear on Eye-one-oh
'bout a mile outta Shakeytown
I says "Pigpen, this here's Rubber Duck"
"And I'm about to put the hammer down"

('cause we got a little ole convoy rockin' thru the night)
(Yeah, we got a little ole convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?)
(Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way)
(We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA)
(Convoy)

<Ah, breaker, Pigpen, this here's Duck 'n' you wanna back off them hogs?>
<Ah, ten-four>
<About 5 mile or so>
<Ten roger>
<Them hogs is gettin' INtense up here.>

By the time we got into Tulsa-town we had 85 trucks in all
But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf
And them bears 's wall-to-wall
Yeah, them smokeys 's thick as bugs on a bumper
They even had a bear in the air
I says "Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck"
"We about to go a-huntin' bear"

('cause we got a great big convoy rockin' thru the night)
(Yeah, we got a great big convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?)
(Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way)
(We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA)
(Convoy)

<Ah, you wanna give me a ten-nine on that, Pigpen? Negatory, Pigpen, you're still
too close. Yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. Mercy's sake, you
better back off another ten>

Well, we rolled up Interstate Forty-Four
Like a rocket-sled on rails
We tore up all of our swindle sheets
And left 'em settin' on the scales
By the time we hit that "Chi-town"
Them bears was a-gettin smart
They brought up some reinforcements
>From the "Illinoise" National Guard

There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps
'n' rigs of ev'ry size
Yeah, them chicken coops was full of bears
And choppers filled the skies
Well, we shot the line, we went for broke
With a thousand screamin' trucks
And eleven long-haired friends of Jesus
In a chartreuse microbus

<Ah, Rubber Duck, this 's Sodbuster. C'mon here>
<Yeah, ten-four, Sodbuster. Listen, ya wanna put that microbus in behind that
<suicide-jockey?>
<Yeah, he's haulin' dynamite and he needs all the help he can get>

Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey Shore
Prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn't have a doggone dime
I says "Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck"
"We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll"
So we crashed the gate doin' ninety-eight
I says "let them truckers roll, ten-four"

('cause we got a mighty convoy rockin' thru the night)
(Yeah, we got a mighty convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?)
(Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way)
(We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'cross the USA)
(Convoy)

<Ah, ten-four, Pigpen. What's your twenty? OMAHA? Well, they oughta know
what to do with them hogs out there, for sure. Well, mercy's sakes, good buddy,
we gonna back on outta here, so keep your thumbs off your glass and the bears
off your……..tail. We'll catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on
the side. We gone. 'bye, 'bye>


(wasn't there a major truck convoy to DC about this time--mid 70s--protesting gas prices???)

[DanCa]

1. I just caught this last sunday morning

It started as an anti teamster movie, I guess but it snowballed into an anti authority tale. It even took shots at nixon and viet nam.

[thatgemguy]

2. Another C W Mc Call Great...

There won't Be No Country Music (There Won't Be No Rock 'N' Roll)
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

Well, it's only gonna be about an hour, friend
'Til they dam your favorite river
So you can water-ski just one more reservior
And them supersonic ships are gonna take you
'Cross a sea of pavement
To one more faceless brickyard on the shore

Yeah, it's only gonna be about an hour or so
'Til they rip off all your mountains, boy
And that one last tired old eagle bites the sand
And all of that high-and-mighty scenery's
Gonna be leveled to the ground, boy
By a bunch a' them mindless strip mines on the land


So listen well, my brothers
When you hear the night wind sigh
And you see the wild goose flying
Through the gray, polluted sky
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul

Well, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
'Til the junkyards fell the prairies, boy
And them smokin' yellow grass fires start to burn
And the warnings on them beer cans
Gonna be buried in them landfills
No deposit, no sad songs, and no returns

Yeah, it's only gonna take about a minute or so
'Til the factories blot the sun out
You gonna have to turn your lights on just to see
And them lights are gonna be neon, sayin'
"Fly Our Jets To Paradise"
And the whole damn world is gonna be made of styrene


So listen well, my brothers
When you hear the night wind sigh
And you see the wild goose flying
Through the gray, polluted sky
There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul

Yeah, it's only gonna be about a second, boy
'Til they take away all'a this country
And they'll tell you not to listen to this here song
And that far-off sound of freedom's
Gonna be an echo from the past
And the final tune is gonna be sad and long

And it's only gonna be about an eye-blink, boy
'Til they pull out the wool to blind us
So we just can't read all the messages on the wall
But the only words that matter
Oughta be scribbled all over them billboards
In big old black and bloody letters, ten feet tall



THERE WON'T BE NO COUNTRY MUSIC
THERE WON'T BE NO ROCK 'N' ROLL
'CAUSE WHEN THEY TAKE AWAY OUR COUNTRY
THEY'LL TAKE AWAY OUR SOUL

There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul

There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul

There won't be no country music
There won't be no rock 'n' roll
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul
'Cause when they take away our country
They'll take away our soul

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When I was a country radio DJ in the late 70's, I would love to end my show with this one. Had a great cold ending that was perfect to backtime in order to hit the top of the hour ID into network news.

Damn, live radio was so much fun to do then!!! It's a shame what has happened since.