C.w. Mccall - Super Slab Showdown Lyrics
Me an earl was workin the superslab outside a that ogallala?When outta town come a local clown in a 65 impalaHad a coon tail flyin off a his whip antennaWe was haulin a load a them go-go girlsTruckin em over to o-townOld boy got on his microphoneSays hows about a little showdown?Well, hot damn, Im a gamblin man,So evrybody get yer bets downcause this old truck gonna make us a buckChicken in the bread pan, pickin out vittlesSwing them heifers and away we goWake up, earl, we gots to race that pile a junk over ta north platte cityWell, one-eyed bears and deuces wildWe got the back door pad-lockedHe says, bet five bucks and a side a beef,I can beat them cows ta flat rock.You hear that, earl? he says hes gonna whip ol bessie here!I says, call your five and raise ya tenJes kiss that chevy goodby, boycause when bessie hits that floatin gearYou gonna be eatin hereford pie. yeah.Well, hot damn, Im a gamblin man,So evrybody get yer bets downcause this old truck gonna make us a buckShe gonna round them curves at thirty geesA trunk full a cows an a hood full a beesMove it up a notch, earl.Yeah, thats it. thats floatin gear! cmon bessie!Well, tuck it on in and head it for the barnIf we dont win, we gonna sell the farmIf this old wreck dont break my neck,We gonna take them cows to a discathequeI says, come on, earl, lets give it a whirl.That chevy is a-pickin up speed.Well, we crossed the platte at a hundred flatOld bessie was a-blowin the weedsWe definitely was in that monfort lane.Yeah, we won the race with a bovine aceWhen the chevy made a fatal passYeah, he got too closeGot a terminal dose a that good ol hereford gas.Phew!Hot damn, Im a gamblin man,So evrybody get yer bets downcause this old trucks gonna make us a buckShes rollin the boulevard shakedownHot damn, Im a truckin manAnd I sorta like ta put my foot downThis old rig gonna blow your wigGot go-go girls and a peterbilt cabGonna see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown
