Bobby Bare - The jogger

^GWell I've been a trucker now for twenty years From the ^CCharleston coast to the Jersey piers And ^D7sharin' the road with the race car nuts and ^Gloggers Sunday drivers scouts on hikes ^CHells Angels on Harley bikes I ^D7never met a roader I didn't like cept them ^Gjoggers

^GOne day I'm rollin' down 1 0 1 I got ^C18 wheels and a fourteen ton ^D7Radio playin' a good ol' country ^Grocker The day was surely a trucker's dream The ^Csky was sunny and the air was clean ^D7When up ahead on the road I seen a skinny sweatin' ^Gjogger

^GWell he was dressed like they do in baby blue With ^Cshortie shorts and a headband too I ^D7yelled Sweetie I bet that you are the hit of the men's room ^Glocker Well I'm a runnin' late with an overload So ^Cget your Adidas off a this road I'm ^D7LA bound and I don't slow down for dead raccoons or ^Gjoggers

^GWell without breakin' stride or losin' poise He ^Csays you and that rig sure make some noise ^D7I can't talk now I'm racin' against the ^Gclocker But it's just nine miles to Forkers Leap And if ^Cyou ain't afraid to race that heap We'll ^D7see how that ol' rig holds up against a super ^Gjogger

^GRace I must be hearin' wrong The ^Cboy's been runnin' in the sun too long The ^D7only place he's a racin' to is a ^Gdoctor But before I could say hey thank ya no That ^Cfool yells ready get set go And ^D7the race is on and we're off and gone me and that maniac ^Gjogger

^GWell now I could'a left him far behind But ^CI played with him like a fish on a line And ^D7I stayed about a half a mile behind that ^Gsucker Then I pushed her up to forty-five And he ^Csees me comin' and he starts to fly So ^D7I pushed her to sixty and shift to high And finally catch that ^Gjogger and it wasn't easy

^GNow I'm doin' eighty and I turned to check And ^Che's stayin' right with me neck in neck His ^D7hearts a thumpin' like an engine goin' bocka ^Gbocka bocka Then he said I hope you're set Cause ^CI ain't shifted into second yet Then ^D7he unwinds and leaves me behind eaten the dust of a ^Gjogger

^GThen I see him a joggin' up into the sky And ^Che yells hey thanks for the exercise I ^D7hope that losin' the race was not too ^Gshockin' ^GYa see my dad says heaven's no place to run I ^Ctry to be an obedient son So ^D7I come down to earth to do my ^Gjoggin'

^GWell that's the story take it or leave it My ^Ctrucker buddies they believe it So ^D7do those race car nuts and Harley ^Ghoggers Now I'm still drivin' much the same Cept ^CI don't call nobody names And ^D7I tip my hat each time I pass one of them good old ^Gjoggers

^GAnd I say hey good buddy can I get ya sumpin How ^Cbout a little Gatorade here ^D7Naw that's alright I got plenty a-^Gtime