Super Slab Showdown Lyrics by 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 impala
    Had a 'coon tail flyin' off a' his whip antenna

    We was haulin' a load a' them go-go girls
    Truckin' 'em over to o-town
    Old boy got on his microphone
    Says "how's about a little showdown?"

    Well, hot damn, i'm a gamblin' man,
    So ev'rybody get yer bets down
    'cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
    Chicken in the bread pan, pickin' out vittles
    Swing them heifers and away we go

    Wake up, earl, we gots to race that pile a' junk over ta north platte city

    Well, one-eyed bears and deuces wild
    We got the back door pad-locked
    He says, "bet five bucks and a side a' beef,
    "i can beat them cows ta flat rock."

    You hear that, earl? he says he's gonna whip ol' bessie here!

    I says, "call your five and raise ya ten
    "jes' kiss that chevy goodby, boy
    "'cause when bessie hits that floatin' gear
    "you gonna be eatin' hereford pie. yeah."

    Well, hot damn, i'm a gamblin' man,
    So ev'rybody get yer bets down
    'cause this old truck gonna make us a buck
    She gonna round them curves at thirty gees
    A trunk full a' cows an' a hood full a' bees

    Move it up a notch, earl.
    Yeah, that's it. that's floatin' gear! c'mon bessie!

    Well, tuck it on in and head it for the barn
    If we don't win, we gonna sell the farm

    If this old wreck don't break my neck,
    We gonna take them cows to a discatheque

    I says, "come on, earl, let's give it a whirl.
    "that chevy is a-pickin' up speed."
    Well, we crossed the platte at a hundred flat
    Old bessie was a-blowin' the weeds

    We definitely was in that monfort lane.

    Yeah, we won the race with a bovine ace
    When the chevy made a fatal pass
    Yeah, he got too close
    Got a terminal dose a' that good ol' hereford gas.
    Phew!

    Hot damn, i'm a gamblin' man,
    So ev'rybody get yer bets down
    'cause this old truck's gonna make us a buck
    She's rollin' the boulevard shakedown

    Hot damn, i'm a truckin' man
    And i sorta like ta put my foot down
    This old rig gonna blow your wig
    Got go-go girls and a peterbilt cab
    Gonna see ya all out on the superslab for a showdown

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