The Legend

You heard about the legend of Jesse James
And John Henry just to mention some names
Well there's a truck drivin' legend in the south today
A man called Bandit from Atlanta, GA

Every gear jammer knows his name
They swear he's got ice water runnin' in his veins
A foot like lead and nerves like steel
He's gonna go to glory ridin' eighteen wheels

Ah boy

He left Atlanta back in 'sixty three
Haulin' him a load up in Tennessee
He hit Monteagle in the driving rain
So hard he couldn't even see the passin' lane

Well he started downgrade when he lost a gear
He hit them brakes; found he had no air

The Mounteagle grade is steep and long
And everybody that seen it thought the bandit was gone

Aww son

Well his truck jack-knifed turned completely 'round
He was comin' down backwards 'bout the speed of sound
A lot of folks seen him and they all say,
He had his head out the window yellin' clear the way

Well he got to the bottom safe and sound
Everybody asked Bandit how he made it down
He said, folks when the truck picked up too much speed
I just run along beside it and drug my feet

You heard the legend of Jesse James
And John Henry just to mention some names

Well theres a truck drivin' legend in the south today
A man called Bandit from Atlanta, GA

Every gear jammer knows his name
They swear he's got ice water runnin' in his veins
A foot like lead and nerves like steel
He's goin' up to glory ridin' eighteen wheels

Aw I tell you boy