Yeah, Breaker 1-9, this here's the rubber duck.
You got a copy on me, Big Ben, come on.
Yeah, 10-4, Big Ben, for sure, for sure, by golly.
And fling third and flag down, come on.
Yeah, it's a big 10-4 there, Big Ben.
Yeah, we definitely got us a front door, good buddy.
Mercy is safe, looks like we got us a con boy.
It was the dark of the moon on the 6th of June in a Kentworth pulling low.
Cab over peak with a reaver on and a jimmy hauling ho.
We was headed for bear on I-1-0, about a mile of shaky town.
I said, Big Ben, this here's the rubber duck, and I'm about to put my hammer down.
We got a little old con boy trucking through the night.
We've got a little old con boy, ain't she a beautiful sight.
Come on and join our con boy, ain't nothing gonna get in our way.
We're gonna roll this truckin' con boy across the U.S.A. con boy.
Got a breaker, Big Ben, this here's the duck, and you want to back off them hogs.
The 10-4, Roger, about five miles or so.
10, Roger, them hogs are getting intense up here.
By the time we got to Tulsa town, we had 85 trucks and all.
But there's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf, and them bears are wall to wall.
Them smokies was as thick as bugs on a bumper.
They even had a bear in the air.
I said, call all trucks, this here's the duck, and we're about to go huntin' bears.
We've got a great big con boy truckin' through the night.
We've got a great big con boy, ain't she a beautiful sight.
Come on and join our con boy, ain't nothing gonna get in our way.
We're gonna roll this truckin' con boy across the U.S.A. con boy.
Hey, you want to give me a 10-9 on that, Big Ben?
Negatory, Big Ben.
You're still too close.
Yeah, them hogs are startin' to close up my sinuses.
Mercy sings, you better back her up another 10.
Well, we rolled up Interstate 44 like a rocket sled on the rails.
We tore up all of our swindle sheets, left them sittin' on the scale.
By the time we hit that shy town, them bears was gettin' smart.
They brought up some reinforcement from the Illinois National Guard.
There was armored cars and tanks and Jeeps and rigs of every size.
Yeah, them chicken coops was full of bears, and the choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line and went for broke with a thousand screamin' trucks
and 11 long-haired characters in a short-roost micro-bus.
Hey, yeah, Rubber Duck, this is Sodbuster.
Uh, come on, Sodbuster.
Listen, you want to put that micro-bus in behind that suicide jockey?
Yeah, he's hollow dynamite.
He needs all the help he can get.
Well, we laid the strip for the Jersey Shore
and prepared to cross the line.
I could see the bridge was lined with bears,
and I didn't have a bad gun to die.
I said, Pigpen, this here's the Rubber Duck,
and we just ain't gonna pay no toll.
So we crashed the gate and did a 98,
and I said, let them truckers roll.
We've got a mighty convoy truckin' through the night.
We've got a mighty convoy, ain't she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy, ain't nothin' gonna get in our way.
We're gonna roll this truckin'.
Convoy, across the U.S.A.
Convoy.
Now that's a 10-4, Pigpen.
What's your 20?
Omaha.
There they are.
They got them hogs out for sure.
Well, mercy sakes, good buddy.
We're gonna back on out of here.
Keep the bugs off your glass and the bears off your tail.
We'll catch you on the flip side.
This here's the Rubber Duck.
We'll catch you on the flip side.