Songtext von Wreck Of The Old Slow Binder

Well they gave him his orders in Richmond Virginia Sayin' Joe you're away behind time Now this ain't no big roadranger but an old slow binder You gotta put her into Memphis on time He looked over to his ol' shotgun rider sayin' boy you better pray for your soul For when we reach the top of old Mount Eagle you can see this ol' binder roll But it's a mighty rough road around Chattanooga there's kerbs on a four mile grade It was on that grade that Joe lost his average You should see what a jump that he made He was goin' down that road makin' ninety miles an hour When the brakes on that old binder screamed They were found in the wreck at the bottom of that mountain Oh man what a terrible scene [ ac.guitar ] Now all you ladies better take their warnin' from now and this time on Never speak harsh words to your truck drivin' baby He may leave you and never come home He was goin' down that road... He was goin' down that road...