Gear Bustin’ Sort of Feller versuri

Versuri Del Reeves – Gear Bustin' Sort of Feller lyrics

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

I’m a double-clutchin’, scale-jumpin’, mile-makin’, tailgatin’
Cop-dodgin’, line-crossing, coffee-drinkin’, pinballing
Jack-knifin’, fog-timin’, windjammin’, late-running
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 a-really gonna break her heart when I have to tell her: Next time, baby

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

That [Honk-honk] sightseer holdin’ me up half an hour
He’s a-pokin’ along with 280 horsepower
You’d 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’, fog-timin’, windjammin’, late-running
Gear-bustin’ sort of a feller

Dad-blame sightseers
Get off the road
I gotta be in Atlanta by 8:30
Oh, what’s that man doin’ on a tractor?
Through the sign! Saturday afternoon drivers
Goin’ to town, huh?