The White Knight (1975) (video)

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1. Down 75 or 85 or I-20 t'other way

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turn your squelch to the right and in the night

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you'll hear some good buddy say :

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"Breaker breaker, got a picture taker, all Smokeys at forty three."

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It's that Japanese toy, that trucker's joy that everybody calls CB,

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yeah, Citizen's Band, keeps you up to date with the fender benders,

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and Tijuana taxis and all them bears out there. Flip flop.

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2. Now ahead of your children and ahead of your wife

on the list of the ten best things in life,

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your CB's gotta rate right around number four,

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'course beavers and hot biscuits and Merle Haggard

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come one, two, three, you know.

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3. Well, I was loaded down, coming outta Lake City,

I was checkin' out seat covers, young and pretty

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when all of a sudden there come a call over

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my CB, ringin' wall to wall.

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Said slow to double nickels as you hit the ridge,

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'cause there's a Smokey picture taker t'other side of the bridge.

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"Oh, mercy, 'ppreciate that, good buddy !

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What's your handle there, come on !

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You got any county mounties out there prowlin', come on ?"

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And he said ….

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"Ten four, back door,

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put the pedal to the metal and let it roar !

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Hammer down to Macon town, gonna see my momma, sure !

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Well, the bears are gone, let's bring it on,

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the Georgia line's out of sight.

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Pulled outta Richmond town last Saturday night,

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and my handle is the White Knight, how 'bout it ?"

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4. "All right, White Knight, hammer down,

you got the mean machine here."

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Well, I was a streakin', my needle was a peakin'

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a right around seventy nine,

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that old diesel juice was a gettin' loose and everything was fine.

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Then wall to wall, I got a call from a front door, big bear trapper,

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Said, "Break one nine, good buddy of mine,

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you got a Smokey in a plain white wrapper."

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5. Well, I jammed my stick, I lost twenty quick;

you could hear them gears a tearin'.

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I got passed by a beaver and a Camaro,

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when I was cruisin' alone and going so slow.

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I could count every button on that frilly blouse,

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she was wearin', 'course there weren't but one.

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"Hey there, super trooper !

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Yeah, that's the crafty Smokey over there with a CB of his own.

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Hey, White Knight, let's slide one on the super trooper, come on ?"

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"Ten four, back door.

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Put the peddle to the metal, whatcha waitin' for ?

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That old white can't stay in sight, gonna leave you here,

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and say no more, how 'bout it ?"

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6. "Whoa, now, buddy, that's fightin' talk,

I'd get up there and blow your doors off !"

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Well, I hammered down like I had wings,

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little gravels in my wheels going ping, ping, ping.

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'Bout the time I hit ninety-two,

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I saw something flashing' in my rear view.

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Thought to myself that can't be true,

but there it was, old blue, blue, blue.

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Uh oh. Bubble gum machine done hit the jackpot.

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Well, I could see that bear, laughing big,

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hangin' in tight on the back of my rig.

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7. Right there and then it came to be wall to wall. Mm-hmm.

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So in that cold dark Georgia night

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in the shadows of Smokey bear's blue light,

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I decided to make me just one more CB call.

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"Break one nine for the super trooper,

hey, there, Smokey, old buddy, tell me if I'm right !

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Are you my front door ? Are you the White Knight ? Come on ?"

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And he said ….

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"Ten four, back door,

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you in a heap of trouble boy, that's for sure.

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Gonna read you your rights, and treat you fair,

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just pull over there with your rockin' chair.

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Want you boys to know each other real well,

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'cause you gonna be sharin' the same jail cell.

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You make twelve cotton pickers I've caught tonight

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runnin’ front door as that White Knight.

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Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha !! How 'bout it ?

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Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha !

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Forty miles over the speed limit ! You boys gonna be here a spell.

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Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha !

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Hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha-hhha !"

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8. That's it, cotton pickers, I've done been grounded,

my tail in jail and my rig impounded.

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So when you're comin' through the Georgia night,

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don't never get no front door called the White Knight.

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Wind up in the pokey with Smokey,

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I'm gonna pull that old CB thing out by the wires.

(orig. = capo 2nd) (Cledus Maggard)