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Me an' Earl was workin' the superslab a' that Ogallala?
When town come a local clown in a '65 Impala
Had a 'coon tail off a' his whip antenna

We was a load a' them go-go girls
Truckin' 'em to O-town
Old boy got on his
Says "How's about a showdown?"

Well, hot damn, I'm a man,
So get yer bets down
'Cause this old gonna make us a buck
in the bread pan, pickin' out vittles
Swing them and away we go

Wake up, Earl, we gots to race pile a' junk over ta North Platte city

Well, bears and deuces wild
We got the door pad-locked
He says, "Bet five bucks and a a' beef,
"I can beat them ta Flat Rock."

You hear that, Earl? He says he's whip Ol' Bessie here!

I says, "Call your five and ya ten
"Jes' kiss Chevy goodby, boy
"'Cause Bessie hits that floatin' gear
"You gonna be Hereford pie. Yeah."

Well, hot damn, I'm a man,
So ev'rybody get yer down
'Cause old truck gonna make us a buck
She gonna round them at thirty gees
A trunk a' cows an' a hood full a' bees

it up a notch, Earl.
Yeah, that's it. That's gear! C'mon Bessie!

Well, it on in and head it for the barn
If we don't win, we gonna sell the

If this old don't break my neck,
We gonna take them to a discatheque

I says, "Come on, Earl, give it a whirl.
"That is a-pickin' up speed."
Well, we crossed the Platte at a flat
Old Bessie was a-blowin' the

We was in that Monfort lane.

Yeah, we won the with a bovine ace
When the Chevy made a fatal
Yeah, he got too
Got a terminal a' that good ol' Hereford gas.
Phew!

Hot damn, I'm a man,
So ev'rybody get yer bets
'Cause this old truck's gonna us a buck
She's rollin' the boulevard

Hot damn, I'm a man
And I sorta like ta put my foot
This old rig gonna blow wig
Got girls and a Peterbilt cab
Gonna see ya all out on the for a showdown