Jogger Video (MV)

Well I've been a trucker now for twenty years

From the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers

And sharin' the road with the 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 and a 14-ton

Radio playin' a good ol' country rocker

The day was surely 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

Well 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 a racin' to is a doctor's

But before I could say hey thank ya no

That fool yells ready get set go

And the race is on and we're off and gone me and that maniac jogger



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 kicked 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 an engine goin' poo poon pucker prooon

Then he yelled 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 a joggin' up into the sky

And he yells hey thanks for the exercise

And I hope that losin' the race was not too shockin'

Ya see my dad says heaven's no place to run

I try to be an obedient son

So I got to come down to earth to do my joggin'



Well that's the 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 there's one now hey everybody hangin' in there