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# A man called Bandit
from Atlanta, Ga.
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# Every gearjammer
knows his name
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# They swear he got asphalt
a-runnin' in his veins
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# A foot like lead
and nerves like steel
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# He's gonna go to glory
ridin' 18 wheels
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# Oh, boy
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# He left Atlanta back in '63
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# Haulin' him a load
up to Tennessee
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# He hit Mount Eagle
in a drivin' rain
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# So hard he couldn't even see
the passin' lane
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# Well, he started down the grade
when he lost a gear
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# He hit them brakes,
found he had no air
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# The Mount Eagle grade
is steep and long
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# And everybody that seen it
thought the Bandit was gone
:01:44
# All gone
:01:46
# Well, his truck jack-knifed
turned completely around
:01:49
# He was comin' down backwards
'bout the speed of sound
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# A lot of folks seen him
and they all say
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# He had his head out the window
yellin', ''Clear the way!''
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# Well, he got to the bottom
safe and sound
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# Everybody asked Bandit
how he made it down
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# He said, ''Folks, when the truck
picked up too much speed
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# ''I just run along beside it
and drug my feet''
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# Ya heard the legend
of Jesse James
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# And John Henry
just to mention some names
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# Well, there's a truck-drivin' legend
in the South today
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# A man called Bandit
from Atlanta, Ga.
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# Every gearjammer
knows his name
:02:25
# They swear he's got asphalt
a-runnin' in his veins
:02:28
# A foot like lead
and nerves like steel
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# He's goin' up to glory
ridin' 18 wheels
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# Ah, tell me, boy
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# Talk to me, guitar #
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Hey, Kirk. How ya doin'?
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Tod Engels. How are ya?