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THE JOGGER (Shel Silverstein) Bobby Bare Well, I’ve been a trucker now for 20 years, from the Charleston coast to the Jersey piers An’ sharin’ the road with the race car nuts and loggers Sunday drivers, scouts on hikes, Hells Angels on Harley bikes, I never met a roader I didn’t like, 'cept them joggers… One day I’m rollin’ down 101, I got 18 wheels and a 14-ton Radio playin’ a good ol’ country rocker The day was surely a trucker’s dream, the sky was sunny and the air was clean When up ahead on the road I seen one of them joggers He was dressed like they do in baby blue, with shortie shorts and a headband too. I yelled "Sweetie, I bet that you are the hit of the men’s room locker Well I’m a runnin’ late with an overload, so get your Adidas off a this road I’m L.A. bound and I don’t slow down for dead raccoons or joggers." "Well without breakin’ stride or losin' poise," he said "You and that rig sure make some noise, But I can’t talk now, ‘cause I’m racin’ against the clocker But it’s just nine miles to Forkers Leap and if you ain’t afraid to race that heap We’ll see how that ol’ rig holds up against a super jogger" Race, I must be hearin’ wrong, the boy’s been runnin’ in the sun too long The only place he’s a racin’ to is a doctor But before I could say "Hey, thank ya, no", that fool yells "Ready, get set, go" And the race is on and we’re off and gone; me and that maniac jogger I could’ve left him far behind but I played with him like a fish on a line And I stayed about a half a mile behind that sucker Then I pushed her up to forty-five and he sees me comin’ and he starts to fly So I kicked her to sixty and shift to high and finally catch that jogger, and it wasn’t easy Now I’m doin’ eighty and I turned to check, and he’s stayin’ right with me neck in neck His hearts a thumpin’ like an engine goin’ poo poon pucker….prooon!! Then he yelled out, "I hope you’re set, cuz I ain’t shifted into second yet" Then he unwinds and leaves me behind, eaten the dust of a jogger Then I see him a joggin’ up into the sky and he yells, "Hey, thanks for the exercise’ And I hope that losin’ the race was not too shockin’ Ya see, my Dad says, ‘Heaven ain’t no place to run’, I try to be an obedient son, So I got to come down to earth to do my joggin’" Well that’s the story, take it or leave it, my trucker buddies, they believe it. So do them race car nuts and Harley hoggers And I’m still drivin’ much the same 'cept I don’t call nobody names And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them good old joggers Hey, there’s one now Hey, everybody hangin’ in there It wasn’t……… (Contributed by boB Cartlidge - January 2005)

    


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