Gear Bustin’ Sort of a Feller versuri

Versuri Bobby Braddock – Gear Bustin' Sort of a Feller lyrics

Five hundred miles to Memphis, Tennessee
How in the [Honk] am I gonna make it there by three?
You better move over when you hear this diesel beller

I’m a double-clutchin’, scale-jumpin’, mile-makin’, tailgatin’
Cop-dodgin’, line-crossing, coffee-drinkin’, pinballin’
Jack-knifin’, clock-timin’, windjammin’, late-runnin’
Gear-bustin’ sort of a feller

There’s a pretty little waitress at a truck stop in Birmingham
But I’m runnin’ way behind and that throws a monkeywrench in our plans
It’s really gonna break her heart when I have to tell her: Next trip, baby

I’m a double-clutchin’, scale-jumpin’, mile-makin’, tailgatin’
Cop-dodgin’, line-crossing, coffee-drinkin’, pinballin’
Jack-knifin’, clock-timin’, windjammin’, late-runnin’
Gear-bustin’ sort of a feller

That [Honk-honk] sightseer holdin’ me up half an hour
He’s pokin’ along with 280 horsepower
Yeah, you better move over when you hear this diesel beller

‘Cause I’m a double-clutchin’, scale-jumpin’, mile-makin’, tailgatin’
Cop-dodgin’, line-crossing, coffee-drinkin’, pinballin’
Jack-knifin’, clock-timin’, windjammin’, late-runnin’
Gear-bustin’ sort of a feller

Dad-blame tourist

I’m a double-clutchin’, scale-jumpin’, mile-makin’, tailgatin’
Cop-dodgin’, line-crossing, coffee-drinkin’, pinballin’
Jack-knifin’, clock-timin’, windjammin’, late-runnin’
Possum-squashin’, tourist-hatin’, floor-bangin’, ghost-riding
Smoke-smellin’, fist-fightin’, tailgatin’, cop-dodgin’
Line-crossin’, coffee-drinkin’, pinballin’, jack-knifin’
Clock-timin’ …