C.w. Mccall – Night Rider

Well, a-truckin’ on the night line, quarter past five Tryin’ to get my rig an’ me to ‘frisco alive Fog lights up tight, a-givin’ me the creeps Just a winnemucca trucka with a load a’ black sheep [a ghostly chorus] Night rider I got a belly full a’ jelly and head full a’ pain Bennies..


C.w. Mccall – Convoy

Yeah breaker one nine this here’s the rubber duck Uh, you got a copy on me pig pen c’mon Uh yeah ten-four pig pen fer sure fer sure. By golly it’s clean clear to flag town, c’mon Yeah its a big ten -four there pig pen Yeah we definitely got the front door, good buddy..


Kenny Roger – The Gambler

On a warm summer’s evenin’, On a train bound for nowhere I met up with the gambler. We were both too tired to sleep. So we took turns a-starin’ Out the window at the darkness. When boredom overtook us, He began to speak. He said, son, i’ve made my life Out of readin’ people’s faces…


C.w. Mccall – Wolf Creek Pass

Me an earl was haulin’ chickens Ona flat bed outta’ wiggins And we ‘as spent all night On the uphill side Of 37 miles o’ hell Called wolf creek pass… which is up on the great divide. We was sittin’ there suckin’ toothpicks Drinkin’ nehis an’ onion soup mix, An’ i says earl, let’s mail..