The White Knight Lyrics

Now on 75 or 85 or I-20, tother way

Turn your squelch to the right

And in the night

You'll hear some good buddy say

Breaker, breaker

Got a picture taker

On Smokies at 43

It's that Japanese toy

The truckers joy

That everybody calls CB

Yeah, citizens band

Keeps you up to date with the

Fender benders and the Tijuana Taxis

And all them bears out there

Flip, flop

Now ahead of your children

And ahead of your wife

On the list of the ten best things in life

Your CB's gotta rate right around number four

Course, beavers, hot biscuits, and Merle Haggard

Come one, two, three, you know

Well, I's loaded down coming outta Lake City

I was checking out seat covers young and pretty

When all of a sudden, there come a call

Over my CB, ringing wall to wall

Said go to double nickels

As you hit the ridge

Cause there's a Smokie picture taker

Just aside of the bridge

Oh, mercy, preciate that, good buddy

Uh, what's your handle, there, come on

Got any county Mounties out there prowling

Come on, and he said

Ten four, Back door

Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar

Hammer down to Macon town

Gonna see my Mama, sure

Well, the bears are gone

Let's bring it on

The Georgia lines outta sight

Pulled outta Richmond town

Last Saturday night and my handle is

The White Knight, how 'bout it

All right, White Knight

Hammer down, you got

The Mean Machine here

Well, there I was a streaking

My needle was a peaking right around 79

That old diesel juice was a getting loose

And everything was fine

When wall to wall, I got a call

From my front door big bear trapper

Said, break one nine, good buddy of mine

You got a Smokie in a plain white wrapper

Well, I jammed my stick and lost twenty quick

You could hear them gears a tapping

I got passed by a beaver in a Camaro

And I was cruising along a going so slow

I could count every button on that

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Course, they weren't but one

Hey there, Super Trooper

Yeah, that's that crafty smokie

Over there with a CB of his own

Hey, White Knight, let's slide one off

The Super Trooper, come on

Ten four, Back door

Put the pedal to the metal

Whatcha waiting for

If that old white can't stay in sight

Gonna leave you here and say no more

How 'bout it

Whoa, now, buddy, that's fighting talk

I'll get up there and blow your doors off

Well, I hammered down like I had wings

Little gravels in my wheels

Going ping, ping, ping

'Bout the time I hit ninety-two

I saw something flashing in my rear view

Thought to myself, that can't be true

But there it was, going blue, blue, blue

Uh oh, bubblegum machine done hit the jackpot

Well, I could see that bear

All laughing big, hanging in tight

On the back of my rig

And right there and then

It come to me wall to wall

So in that cold, dark Georgia night

In the shadow of Smokie Bear's blue light

I decided to make just one more CB call

Break one nine for the Super Trooper

Hey there, Smokie old buddy

Tell me if I'm right

Are you my front door

Are you the White Knight, come on

And he said

Ten four, Back door

You in a heap a trouble, boy, for sure

Gonna read you your rights and treat you fair

Just pull over there with your rocking chair

Want you boys to know each other real well

'Cause you gonna be sharing the same jail cell

You make twelve cotton pickers I've caught tonight

Running front door as that White Knight

How 'bout it

Forty miles over the speed limit

You boys gonna be here a spell

That's it, cotton-pickers

I've done been grounded

My tail in jail and my rig impounded

So when you're coming

Through the Georgia night

Don't bever get no front door

Called the White Knight

No, sir

Wind in up the pokey with Smokie

I'm gonna pull that ole CB thing

Out by the wires

I don't care if it is a Johnson