The Legend lyrics
by Jerry Reed
You heard about the legend of Jesse James
And John Henry, just to mention some names
But there's a truck-drivin' legend in the South today
A man called Bandit from Atlanta, G.A
Every gearjammer knows his name
They swear he got ice water runnin' in his veins
A foot like lead and nerves like steel
He's gonna go to glory ridin' eighteen wheels
Oh, honey hooves [?]
Well, he left Atlanta back in '63
Haulin' him a load up to Tennessee
He hit Monteagle and it started to rain
So hard he couldn't even see the passin' lane
Well, he started downgrade when he lost a gear
He reached for the brakes, found he had no air
That Monteagle grade is steep and long
And everybody that seen it thought the Bandit was gone
Well[?], well listen now
Well, his truck jack-knifed, turned completely 'round
He was comin' down backwards, 'bout the speed of sound
A lot of folks seen him, and they all say
He 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 too much speed
I just run along beside it and drug my feet
You heard the legend of Jesse James
And John Henry, just to mention some names
Well, there's a truck-drivin' legend in the South today
A man called Bandit from Atlanta, G.A
Every gearjammer knows his name
They swear he's got ice water runnin' in his veins
A foot like lead and nerves like steel
He's gonna go to glory ridin' eighteen wheels
Aww, help him get down [?]
Mercy [?]
Get down, hon' [?]