Well they gave him his orders in Richmond Virginia

Sayin' Joe you're away behind time

Now this ain't no big roadranger but an old slow binder

You gotta put her into Memphis on time

He looked over to his ol' shotgun rider sayin' boy you better pray for your soul

For when we reach the top of old Mount Eagle you can see this ol' binder roll

But it's a mighty rough road around Chattanooga there's kerbs on a four mile grade

It was on that grade that Joe lost his average

You should see what a jump that he made

He was goin' down that road makin' ninety miles an hour

When the brakes on that old binder screamed

They were found in the wreck at the bottom of that mountain

Oh man what a terrible scene

[ ac.guitar ]

Now all you ladies better take their warnin' from now and this time on

Never speak harsh words to your truck drivin' baby

He may leave you and never come home

He was goin' down that road...

He was goin' down that road...