Verse 1
Sunrise in Atlanta, map spread on my dash
Big Enos tip his hat, little Enos countin' cash
Got my Smokey hat on and boots tied good and tight
If I'm fast through Alabama, we'll be legends by tonight
Pre-Chorus
Radio's hummin', got my wheels in line
Trucker's code sayin', "Bandit, make good time"
snap that throttle down
Got a rig full of suds and a deadline comin' round
Big Enos and Little Enos bet it all on me
If I can bring that gold beer across the Texas line, I'm free
Post-Chorus
Rollin', smokin', wheels on fire
Buford's in the mirror, haulin' my hide higher
Verse 2
Snowman's on my CB, laughin' through the gears
Sally ridin' shotgun, ain't got time for fear
Sheriff Buford's shoutin', but my tailgate's clear
Gonna earn my payday, fill the stands with cheers
Pre-Chorus
No lookin' back, I got steel on steel
Every county mountie sniffin' at my wheels
Chorus
Headed eastbound, snap that throttle down
Got a rig full of suds and a deadline comin' round
Big Enos and Little Enos bet it all on me
If I can bring that gold beer across the Texas line, I'm free
Post-Chorus
Rollin', smokin', wheels on fire
Buford's in the mirror, haulin' my hide higher
Verse 3
Bridge weighin' heavy, but the hammer's to the floor
Texas sky callin', I ain't stallin' no more
Radio barkin', Bandit's still runnin' free
Coors on the back roads, lead foot carries me
Pre-Chorus
Double clutchin' every turn I steal
Six hundred miles left and I'm workin' that wheel
Chorus
Headed eastbound, snap that throttle down
Got a rig full of suds and a deadline comin' round
Big Enos and Little Enos bet it all on me
If I can bring that gold beer across the Texas line, I'm free
Post-Chorus
Rollin', smokin', wheels on fire
Buford's in the mirror, haulin' my hide higher
Bridge
White lines a-blur as the daylight fades to gold
Rest stops in the mirror, this story's gettin' told
Snowman hootin', Sally cracks a smile so wide
Texas lights are glowin' as I cross that county line
Chorus
Headed eastbound, snap that throttle down
Got a rig full of suds and a deadline comin' round
Big Enos and Little Enos bet it all on me
If I can bring that gold beer across the Texas line, I'm free
Post-Chorus
Rollin', smokin', wheels on fire
Buford's in the mirror, haulin' my hide higher
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