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