The Legend Songtext

You heard 'bout the legend of Jesse Jamesand John Henry, just to mention some names.Well, there's a truck-drivin' legend in the South today,a man called Bandit from Atlanta, GA.Every gearjammer knows his name.They swear he got asphalt a-runnin' in his veins,a foot like lead and nerves like steel.He's gonna go to glory ridin' eighteen wheels.He left Atlanta back in '63,haulin' him a load up to Tennessee.He hit Mount Eagle and it started to rain,so hard he couldn't even see the passin' lane.Well, he started down the grade when he lost a gear,he reached for them brakes, found he had no air.The Mount Eagle grade is steep and longand everybody that seen it thought the Bandit was gone.Well, his truck Jackknife turned completely around,he was comin' down backwards 'bout the speed of sound.A lot of folks seen him and they all sayhe had his head out the window yellin' "Clear the way!"Well, he got to the bottom safe and sound,everybody asked Bandit how he made it down.He said, "Folks, when the truck picked up to much speed,i just run along beside it and drug my feet!"You heard the legend of Jesse Jamesand John Henry just to mention some name.sWell, there's a truck-drivin' legend in the South today,a man called Bandit from Atlanta, GA.Every gearjammer knows his name.They swear he got asphalt a-runnin' in his veins,a foot like lead and nerves like steel.He's goin' up to glory ridin' eighteen wheels.