The Legend 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