The Legend lyrics

Artist  : Jerry Reed 
Song : The Legend



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You heard 'bout the legend of Jesse James, an'
John Henery just to mention some names.
Well
there's a truck drivin' legend in the south
today.
A man called Bandit, from Atlanta,
Gee-A
Every gear jammer knows his
name.
They swear he got ice blood runin' in
his veins.
A foot like lead, and nerves like
steel.
He's gonna go to glory ridin' an
18-wheel.

Oh, boy!

He left Atlanta
back in '63.
Haulin' him a load up to
Tennessee.
He hit Mount Eagle in a drivin'
rain,
so hard he couldn't even see the passing
lane.
Well he started down the grade when he
lost a gear.
He hit them breaks and found he
had no air.
The Mount Eagle grade is steep and
long,
and everybody that seen it thought the
Bandit was gone.

Oh Son!

Well his
truck jack-knifed, turned completly round,
he
was coming down backwards 'bout the speed of
sound.
Alot of folks seen him, and they all
say
he had his head out the window yelling,
"Clear the way!"

Well he got to the
bottom, safe and sound,
and everybody asked
Bandit how he made it down.
He said folks when
the truck picked up too much speed I just runned
along beside it and drug my feet.

You
heard the legend of Jesse James, an' John Henery
just to mention some names.
Well there's a
truck drivin' legend in the south today.
A man
called Bandit, from Atlanta, Gee-A
Every gear
jammer knows his name.
They swear he's got ice
blood runin' in his veins.
A foot like lead,
and nerves like steel.
He's going up to glory
ridin' an 18-wheel.

Oh tell
'em!

Talk to me Guitar.