Convoy (Original Version) (C.W. McCall, B. Fries, C. Davis)
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c'mon? Ah, yeah, 10-4,Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it's clean clear to Flag Town, c'mon. Yeah, that's a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen, yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy...
Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June In a Kenworth pullin' logs Cab-over Pete with a reefer on And a Jimmy haulin' hogs We is headin' for bear on I-one-oh 'Bout a mile outta Shaky Town I says, "Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck. "And I'm about to put the hammer down."
'Cause we got a little convoy Rockin' through the night. Yeah, we got a little convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Cross the U-S-A. Convoy!
Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's the Duck. And, you wanna back off them hogs? Yeah, 10-4, 'bout five mile or so. Ten, roger. Them hogs is gettin' in-tense up here.
By the time we got into Tulsa Town, We had eighty-five trucks in all. But they's a roadblock up on the cloverleaf, And them bears was wall-to-wall. Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper; They even had a bear in the air! I says, "Callin' all trucks, this here's the Duck. "We about to go a-huntin' bear."
'Cause we got a great big convoy Rockin' through the night. Yeah, we got a great big convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Cross the U-S-A. Convoy!
Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen? Negatory, Pig Pen; you're still too close. Yeah, them hogs is startin' to close up my sinuses. Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten.
Well, we rolled up Interstate 44 Like a rocket sled on rails. We tore up all of our swindle sheets, And left 'em settin' on the scales. By the time we hit that Chi-town, Them bears was a-gettin' smart: They'd brought up some reinforcements From the Illinoise National Guard. There's armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps, And rigs of ev'ry size. Yeah, them chicken coops was full'a bears And choppers filled the skies. Well, we shot the line and we went for broke With a thousand screamin' trucks An' eleven long-haired Friends a' Jesus In a chartreuse micra-bus.
Ah, Rubber Duck to Sodbuster, come over. Yeah, 10-4, Sodbuster? Lissen, you wanna put that micra-bus right behind that suicide jockey? Yeah, he's haulin' dynamite, and he needs all the help he can get.
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey shore And prepared to cross the line I could see the bridge was lined with bears But I didn't have a dog-goned dime. I says, "Pig Pen, this here's the Rubber Duck. "We just ain't a-gonna pay no toll." So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight I says "Let them truckers roll, 10-4."
'Cause we got a mighty convoy Rockin' through the night. Yeah, we got a mighty convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, what's your twenty? Convoy!OMAHA? Well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. Well, mercy Convoy!sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep the bugs off your glass and the bears off your... Convoy!tail. We'll catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. Convoy!We gone. 'Bye,'bye.
Convoy (New Version) (Louis F. Davis, William Fries, C.W. McCall)
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here's the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Love Machine? Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it's clean clear to Taco Town. Yeah, we definitely got us the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy...
Arizona, noon, on the seventh of June When they highballed over the pass Bulldog Mack with a can on back And a Jaguar haulin' ass He's ten on the floor, stroke an' bore Seatcover's startin' ta gain Now beaver, you a-truckin' with the Rubber Duck An' I'm about ta pull the plug on your drain
'Cause we got a little ol' convoy Rockin' through the night Yeah, we got a little ol' convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Cross the U-S-A Convoy!
Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here's the Duck, again, and ah you wanna back off on them go-go girls? 10, roger, 'bout five mile or so. Yeah, them hogs is gettin' in-tense up here.
New Mexico, on I-four-oh Like a Texas lizard on glass One thousand pedals was mashin' the metal Them bears was a-walkin' the grass We trucked all day and we trucked all night Big Benny improvin' our style We could tell by the smell We was headin' for Hell And the Devil was Dirty Lyle
'Cause we got a great big convoy Rockin' through the night. Yeah, we got a great big convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Cross the U-S-A. Convoy!
(Der nächste Vers ist nicht im Song auf dem LP Album vorhanden, dieser Vers wurde nur im Film gesungen.)
(This next verse appears only in the movie itself, it's not in the song on the soundtrack album.)
Texas dawn and the charge was on to the pits of Alvarez town We had nine of our best comin' outta the west And the ultimate hammer was down Yeah, speed-trap city and we showed no pity 'Cause the whole damn place was a pile We could tell by the smell it was trucker's hell And the devil was Dirty Lyle
Ah, now here's the plan, Pig Pen. When we get to the pass, we're gonna put on our fish costumes, pass out the Vaseline® an' an extra ration a' rum for the men. That should do it.
Now Lyle was a creep He was tacky and cheap But he had him a badge an' a gun He hated the Duck and he hated his truck And he loved to bust truckers for fun So he followed the line And he bided his time And he watched for his chance to strike Then he picked on a trucker Yeah, a wiry ol' sucker Yeah, the trucker they call Spider Mike But the great Rubber Duck Sorta run outta luck When he crossed that final bridge There's choppers and rigs full'a guns an' pigs They's wall-to-wall on the ridge He showed no fear as he grabbed his gear An' he stuck it in grandaddy low Them guns went boom An' his ass went zoom An' the Mack took a terminal blow
Ah, how 'bout ya, Big Nasty, c'mon there. Say, listen, Big Nasty, we sure are glad you was along on this here run ta kick ass, dontcha know? Ah, 10-4, I know you can't say "kick ass" on the CB. Back.
Well, that big black Mack stopped dead in her tracks When the trailer blew high in the air There was pieces of truck and some pieces of Duck And junk and debris everywhere Then the rig took a drink an' commenced to sink And there was no Duck no more But that evil smile from Dirty ol' Lyle Shone south from the north Texas shore
'Cause we got a mighty convoy Rockin' through the night. Yeah, we got a mighty convoy, Ain't she a beautiful sight? Come on and join our convoy Ain't nothin' gonna get in our way. We gonna roll this truckin' convoy 'Cross the U-S-A. Convoy!
Convoy! Ah, 10-4, Convoy! Pig Pen, what's your twenty? Omaha? Well, Convoy! they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. Well, listen, good buddy, Convoy! keep the bugs off'n your glass and the bears off'n your ass. We'll Convoy! catch you on the flip-flop. This here's the Rubber Duck on the side. Southbound an' down. Convoy! We gone. 'Bye,'bye.
Album Music From The Motion Picture Convoy - 1977.
C.W. McCALL - Convoy (New Version) Kenny Rogers - Lucille Gene Watson - Cowboys Don´t Get Lucky All The Time Crystal Gayle - Don`t It Make My Brown Eyes Blue Billy „Crash“ Craddock - I Cheated On A Good Woman`s Love Merle Haggard - Okie From Muskogee Glen Campbell - Southern Nights Billie Jo Spears - Blanket On The Ground Doc Watson - Keep On The Sunny Side Anne Murray - Walk Right Back
