Airbreaker 1-9, this is Rubber Duck. You got a copy on me, Pigpen? Come on.Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pigpen. For sure, for sure. By golly, it's clean clear to Flagtown. Come on.Yeah, it's a big 10-4 there, Pigpen.Yeah, we definitely got the front door good, buddy. Mercy sakes alive. Looks like we got us a convoy.It was the dark of the moon on the 6th of June, and a Canworth pulling logs.Cab over Pete with a Reaper on, and a Jimmy hauling hogs.We was heading for Bear on I-10, about a mile out of Shaky Town.I said, Pigpen, this is Rubber Duck, and I'm about to put the hammer down.Cause we got a little old convoy, walking through the night.Yeah, we got a little old convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight.Come on, join our convoy.Never gonna get in our way.We gonna blow this truckin' convoy across the U.S.A. convoy.Airbreaker, Pigpen, this is the Duck, and you want a pack of them hogs?A 10-4, about a mile or so.Damn, Roger, them hogs is gettin' intense up here.By the time we got into Tulsa Town, we had 85 trucks and all.But there's a roadblock up on the Cloverleaf, and them bears is wall to wall.Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs.On a bumper, they even had a bear in the air.I says, call on all trucks, this here's the Duck.We about to go huntin' bear.Cause we got a great big convoy, walking through the night.Yeah, we got a great big convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight.Come on, join our convoy.Never gonna get in our way.We gonna blow this truckin' convoy across the U.S.A. convoy.Uh, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pigpen?Uh, hang a time, Pigpen.You're still too close.Yeah, them hogs startin' to close up my sinuses.Mercy's sakes, you better back off another 10.Well, we rolled up into Stage 44 like a rocket sled on rails.We tore up all of our swindle sheets and left them settin' on the scales.By the time we hit that shy town, them bears was a-gettin' smart.They brought up some reinforcements from the Illinois National Guard.There's armored cars and tanks and jeeps and rigs of every 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, an elevenlong-haired friends of Jesus and a short-dressed microbus.Hey, rubber ducky side-buster, come over here, 10-4 side-buster, listen, you wanna put thatmicrobus in behind that suicide jockey?Yeah, he's haulin' dynamite, 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 they didn't have a dug-gun dime.I says, big fan, this is a rubber duck, we just ain't a-gonna pay no toll.So we crashed the gate doin' 98, I says, let them truckers roll, 10-4.Cause we got a mighty gun boy rockin' through the night.Yeah, we got a mighty gun boy, ain't she a good sight.Come on, join that gun boy, now they're gonna get in our way.We love to roll this truckin' gun boy.Come on, cross the U.S.A.Come on.Ah, 10-4, big fan, what's your clinic?Omaha.Still, they oughta know what to give the hogs up there for sure.Well, mercy sakes, good buddy, we're gonna back on outta here, so get the bugs off yourglass and the bears off your tail.We'll catch you on the flip-flop.This is rubber duck on the side.We gone.Old Bentley.