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Me an' Earl was workin' the superslab outside a' that
When outta town come a local in a '65 Impala
Had a 'coon tail flyin' off a' his whip

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

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

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

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

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

I says, "Call your five and ya ten
"Jes' that Chevy goodby, boy
"'Cause when Bessie hits floatin' gear
"You gonna be eatin' 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 curves at thirty
A trunk full a' cows an' a full a' bees

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

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

If this old wreck don't my neck,
We take them cows to a discatheque

I says, "Come on, Earl, let's it a whirl.
"That is a-pickin' up speed."
Well, we the Platte at a hundred flat
Old was a-blowin' the weeds

We was in that Monfort lane.

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

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

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