Well I've been a trucker more than twenty years   From the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers   Sharin' the road with race car nuts and loggers   Sunday drivers scouts on hikes Hells Angels on Harley bikes   I never met a roader I didn't like cept them joggers      One day I'm rollin' down 1-0-1   I got 18 wheels under 14-tons   Radio playin' a good ol' country rocker   The day was sure a trucker's dream   The sky was sunny and the air was clean   When up ahead on the road I seen one of them joggers      He was dressed like they do in baby blue   With shortie shorts and a headband too   I yelled Sweetie I bet that you are the hit of the men's room locker   But I'm a runnin' late with an overload   So get your Adidas off a this road   I'm LA bound and I don't slow down for dead raccoons or joggers      Well without breakin' stride or losin' poise   He said you and that rig sure make some noise   But I can't talk now cause I'm racin' against the clocker   But it's just nine miles to Forkers Leap   And if you ain't afraid to race that heap   We'll see how that ol' rig holds up against a super jogger      Race I must be hearin' wrong   The boy's been runnin' in the sun too long   The only place he's racin' to is a doctor's   But before I could say thank you no   That fool yells ready get set go    And the race is on we're off and gone me and that maniac jogger      Well I could've left him far behind   But I played with him like a fish on a line   And I stayed about a half a mile behind that sucker   Then I pushed her up to forty-five   And he sees me comin' and he starts to fly   So I pushed her to sixty and shift to high and finally catch that jogger   And it wasn't easy      Now I'm doin' eighty and I turned to check   And he's stayin' right with me neck in neck   His hearts a thumpin' like my engine goin' pop pop pocker   Then he yells out I hope you're set   Cause I ain't shifted into second yet   Then he unwinds and leaves me behind eaten the dust of a jogger      Then I see him joggin' up into the sky   And he yells hey thanks for the exercise   I hope that losin' this race was not too shockin'   Ya see my dad says heaven's no place to run   and I try to be an obedient son   So I have to come down to earth to do my joggin'      Well that's my story take it or leave it   My trucker buddies they believe it   So do those race car nuts and Harley hoggers   And I'm still drivin' much the same   Cept I don't call nobody names   And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them good old joggers      Hey here comes one now... Hey good buddy    How ya doin?   Want some gatorade?