Break, one nine, how 'bout you<br />
Smoky Mountain Smokey<br />
You got your ears on<br />
<br />
You got your Smoky Mountain Smokey<br />
Bring it on<br />
<br />
Ten four, you got the one Blue Trooper<br />
What say we pull the plug<br />
On these old picture takers<br />
Back it out into town for a short short<br />
<br />
A big ten four on that short short<br />
Blue Trooper<br />
<br />
Oh, mercy day there, Blue Trooper<br />
Did you see that eighteen wheel hot rod<br />
That just went by us in a gust<br />
Of chicken feathers<br />
<br />
Ah, yeah, a big ten four<br />
On them chicken feathers<br />
You musta been doing a hundred for sure<br />
Busted every tube in my picture taker<br />
I's holding it in my hand too<br />
Mercy sakes, that smarts<br />
Flat curl your fingernails backwards<br />
<br />
Ten four, let's get the bubble gum popping<br />
And the hammer down<br />
Pray for that eighteen wheeler there<br />
Doing a hundred for sure<br />
Now you just back it down, boy, we gotcha<br />
<br />
I'm the Kentucky moonrunner<br />
Ten four, smoky bear<br />
I don't stop for no slow cop<br />
Not even a pair<br />
<br />
Chickens and old moonshine<br />
Is a mighty heavy load<br />
Got the hammer down on this<br />
Big A-town road<br />
<br />
Now you lookie here<br />
Kentucky moonrunner, boy<br />
You in enough trouble already<br />
Going double double nickels<br />
Without having moonshine in the<br />
Bottom of that rig under them chickens<br />
Now you pull that old<br />
Eighteen wheeler over to the side<br />
Blue Trooper, give me your twenty<br />
<br />
Hey, negatory, I'll let you have<br />
Two fives and some loose change<br />
<br />
Get the peanut butter out<br />
Of your ears, Blue Trooper<br />
I want your location<br />
<br />
I'm eyeballing your tail lights<br />
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'Bout a half mile behind you<br />
Mercy day, Smoky Mountain Smokey<br />
It's a snowing, biggest flakes I ever seen<br />
<br />
Negatory, Blue Trooper<br />
That ain't snow, that's chicken feathers<br />
Off that eighteen wheeler<br />
You can always tell snow<br />
From the chicken feathers<br />
Snow don't gum up your<br />
Wiper blades something awful<br />
Now, moonrunner, boy<br />
You pull it over now<br />
<br />
I'm the Kentucky moonrunner<br />
Ten four, smoky bear<br />
Put the hammer down to big A-town<br />
And be my looking chair<br />
<br />
'Cause you can't catch me<br />
No matter how you try<br />
My moonshine holler is down<br />
And gone bye bye<br />
<br />
By gosh, Smoky Mountain Smokey<br />
I done put out a call for reinforcements<br />
<br />
Ten four, let's get every<br />
Smokey in Tennessee after him<br />
He's doing a hundred and twenty, for sure<br />
We gotta stop that boy<br />
Before he gets to Georgia<br />
Ho, watch out there, Blue Trooper<br />
They done coming out of<br />
The chicken coop up here<br />
<br />
Well, negatory, tell them boys<br />
To keep them rigs parked<br />
<br />
Blue Trooper, I don't<br />
Mean no chicken coop, boy<br />
I mean a chicken coop<br />
He done let them chickens loose outta that rig<br />
Oh, mercy day, they drunk on that moonshine<br />
You ever try to dodge three hundred<br />
Jaywalking, drunk New England white rocks<br />
<br />
Aw, mercy, big ten four<br />
On them plastic Sunday dinners<br />
They all over me<br />
<br />
Lord a mercy<br />
Now they've started laying eggs<br />
<br />
Ten four on them hundred proof egg yolks<br />
You reckon these old snow treads<br />
Are gonna hang on these slippery eggs<br />
<br />
I don't know but I got a half dozen<br />
Sunny side up on my hood<br />
Blue Trooper, what's your twenty now<br />
Come on back<br />
<br />
I'm the four wheel Western omelette<br />
That just passed you<br />
<br />
Come on, breaker, moonrunner<br />
The fun's over<br />
Now, boy, we got fifty-eight Smokeys<br />
Thirty-six county mounties<br />
Twelve local yokels<br />
Nineteen bears in the air<br />
Twenty-two meter maids<br />
Two ballistic missiles, Richard Petty<br />
Kojak and two-hundred soused<br />
White rock chickens on your tail, boy<br />
Now you gonna back that old rig down or not<br />
<br />
Hey, we too late<br />
That old moonrunner done<br />
Crossed that Georgia line<br />
<br />
Aw, ten four<br />
Break for a Georgia Smokey<br />
<br />
Ten four, back door<br />
We got this old Kentucky moonrunner<br />
On the side for sure<br />
There he was streaking<br />
Through the Georgia night<br />
And he done forgot about<br />
That one White Knight<br />
<br />
Hundred and four miles over speed limit<br />
That old boy's gonna grow old in the pokey<br />
Come on down from that Tennessee, boys<br />
And we'll do us some celebrating<br />
Have us some fried chicken and scrambled eggs<br />
And some of that Kentucky moonrunner tea<br />
How about it</