2/27/2023 0 Comments The white door lyrics![]() ![]() "WHOOOA now, ol' buddy, that's fightin' talk! Now say things about my wife or my religion, but don't go gettin' nasty 'bout my rig now! I'll come up there 'n blow your doors off!" If that ol' white can't stay in sight, gonna leave you here 'n say no more Put the pedal to the metal, what'cha waitin' for? When I got a call just got my gall White Knight was a-talkin' to me, and he said, I was puttin' it to it, and before I knew it I was doin' 'round eighty-three. Well I hammered down 'cause I figured that clown knew more about it than me. Gotta get to Macon 'fore the middle o' the night, and my handle is the Whight Knight. Well the bears are gone, let's bring it on, the Georgia line's way outta sight. Let's slide one off o' Super Trooper here and show him what's happenin' up there. "Who, me? Noooooo, Smokey! Got grapefruit comin from F-L-A.Ĭan't shake them up, boy. Yeah, that's that crafty smokey over there with a CB o' his very own. I could count every button on that frilly blouse she was a-wearin'. I was passed by a beaver in a Camaro, and I was cruisin' along a-goin' so slow Well I jammed my stick and lost twenty quick, you could hear them gears a-tearin'. He said, "Break one-nine, good buddy o' mine, you got a smokey in a plain white wrapper!" ![]() When wall to wall, I got a call from a front door big bear trapper. Oh yeah! Sing, Dolly! Sing, Loretta! Sing it, darlin's! Mm-hmm. That ol' diesel juice was a-gettin' loose and everything was fine! Well there I was a-streakin', my needle was a-peakin' right around seventy-nine. Well a GMC my eighteen be, and the last mile marker was a fifty-three. Grease it up and shoout me some more, 'Cause I sure believe you're my front door! Come on?" What's your twenty and what's your eighteen? Pulled outta Richmond Town last Saturday night, and my handle is the Whight Knight. Well the Bears are gone, let's bring it on, the Georgia line's way outta sight. Hammer down to Macon Town, gonna see my mama, sure. Put the pedal to the metal and let it roar. When wall to wall there come a call in a voice you couldn't ignoure. Well they was nary a sound, and I was bound to think he done switched over to four, Said "Go to double nickels as you hit the ridge, 'Cause there's a smokey picture-taker t'other side o' the bridge!" When all of a sudden there come a squall over my CB ringin' wall to wall, ![]() My stereo a-rattlin' on the dash with Johnny Cash and all that good trash. Yeah, I had all my eight-tracks by my side from Dolly Parton to Charley Pride. My ol' buddy in the back was a-gettin' some sack I was gonna bring it on to Macon 'fore I climbed in the back. My wife was right and I settled for the night, that ol' concrete boulevard a-feelin' right. Well I was loaded down comin' outta Lake City checkin' out seat covers all young and pretty. 'Course, beavers 'n hot biscuits 'n Merle Haggard come one-two-three, you know. Your CB's gotta rate right around number four. Now ahead o' your children and ahead o' your wife on the list of the ten best things in life, Keeps you up to date with the fender-benders and the Tijuana taxis and all them bears out there a-flip-floppin'. It's that Japanese toy, the trucker's joy that everybody calls CB. Turn your squelch to the right and in the night, you'll hear some cotton-picker say, "Breaker breaker, got a picture-taker, ol' Smokey's at forty-three!" ![]() Cledus Maggard & The Citizens Band - 1975ĭown on Seventy-Five or Ninety-Five or I-Twenty t'other way, ![]()
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