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Monday, 2016 June 6: Volume 19, Number 1

What We Got Here

Hey, kids! Look at this! That lazy, rotten, good-for-nothin’ “Ed.” actually sat his butt down and wrote another Legend-News!

If only something had actually happened in the world of C.W. McCall. Bill’s okay, but he’s really, really retired: he’ll be 88 this November.

“C.W. McCall” still appears in the news: it seems that anyone who writes an article about a convoy of trucks — and there was a record-setting one this year (590 trucks!) — or about CB radios needs to put in an obligatory reference to C.W. McCall; he cannot be forgotten. Or laid to rest. [ The erroneous report of his death. ]

Even articles about Internet chat services note their similarities to CB radio.

Other stories, old and new:

2016 is the 40th anniversary of C.W.’s biggest hit, “Convoy”, the 98th Greatest Country Song of All Time. Even lesser-known songs which C.W. recorded, like “Outlaws and Lone Star Beer” get mentioned once in a while.

And don’t forget Chip Davis, the man who wrote the music. He’s still doing well with Mannheim Steamroller: there are several touring companies of Steamroller, and they’re especially busy around the end-of-the-year holidays. Concerts dates for this year are already being announced.

Oh, yeah: C.W. McCall Highest-Paid Singer in the World. [I wouldn’t believe anything that is published on this site.]

And finally, about that seemingly moribund website, C.W. McCall: An American Legend. Yeah, I haven’t updated any of the pages in months — the previous edition of The Legend-News was published last December — but I’ve got plans. If nothing else, I’ve got a fair archive of information about C.W. McCall; it just needs to be reorganized into a better format. Those modifications may take while; so if the page formats seems a little inconsistent, just wait: sooner or later (probably later) I’ll have the best C.W. McCall reference on the web.

— Ed.

Convoy
(C.W. McCall, Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

[On the CB]
Ah, breaker one-nine, this here’s the Rubber Duck. You gotta copy on me, Pig Pen, c’mon? Ah, yeah, 10-4, Pig Pen, fer shure, fer shure. By golly, it’s clean clear to Flag Town, c’mon. Yeah, that’s a big 10-4 there, Pig Pen, yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy. Mercy sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy…

A rubber duck Was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June
In a Kenworth pullin’ logs
Cab-over Pete with a reefer on
And a Jimmy haulin’ hogs
We is headin’ for bear on I-one-oh
’Bout a mile outta Shaky Town
I says, “Pig Pen, this here’s the Rubber Duck.
“And I’m about to put the hammer down.”

[Chorus]
’Cause we got a little convoy
Rockin’ through the night.
Yeah, we got a little convoy,
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy
’Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!

[On the CB]
Ah, breaker, Pig Pen, this here’s the Duck. And, you wanna back off them hogs? Yeah, 10-4, ’bout five mile or so. Ten, roger. Them hogs is gettin’ in- tense up here.

By the time we got into Tulsa Town,
We had eighty-five trucks in all.
But they’s a roadblock up on the cloverleaf,
And them bears was wall-to-wall.
Yeah, them smokies is thick as bugs on a bumper;
They even had a bear in the air!
I says, “Callin’ all trucks, this here’s the Duck.
“We about to go a-huntin’ bear .”

[Chorus]
’Cause we got a great big convoy
Rockin’ through the night.
Yeah, we got a great big convoy,
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy
’Cross the U-S-A.
Convoy!

[On the CB]
Ah, you wanna give me a 10-9 on that, Pig Pen? Negatory, Pig Pen; you’re still too close. Yeah, them hogs is startin’ to close up my sinuses. Mercy sakes, you better back off another ten.

Well, we rolled up Interstate 44
Like a rocket sled on rails.
We tore up all of our swindle sheets,
And left ’em settin’ on the scales.
By the time we hit that Chi-town,
Them bears was a-gettin’ smart:
They’d brought up some reinforcements
From the Illinoise National Guard.
There’s armored cars, and tanks, and jeeps,
And rigs of ev’ry size.
Yeah, them chicken coops was full’a bears
And choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line and we went for broke
With a thousand screamin’ trucks
An’ eleven long-haired Friends a’ Jesus
In a chartreuse micra-bus.

[On the CB]
Ah, Rubber Duck to Sodbuster, come over. Yeah, 10-4, Sodbuster? Lissen, you wanna put that micra-bus right behind that suicide jockey? Yeah, he’s haulin’ dynamite, and he needs all the help he can get.

Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey shore
And prepared to cross the line
I could see the bridge was lined with bears
But I didn’t have a dog-goned dime.
I says, “Pig Pen, this here’s the Rubber Duck.
“We just ain’t a-gonna pay no toll.”
So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight
I says “Let them truckers roll, 10-4.”

[Chorus]
’Cause we got a mighty convoy
Rockin’ through the night.
Yeah, we got a mighty convoy,
Ain’t she a beautiful sight?
Come on and join our convoy
Ain’t nothin’ gonna get in our way.
We gonna roll this truckin’ convoy
’Cross the U-S-A.

Convoy! Ah, 10-4, Pig Pen, what’s your twenty?
Convoy! Omaha? Well, they oughta know what to do with them hogs out there fer shure. Well, mercy
Convoy! sakes, good buddy, we gonna back on outta here, so keep the bugs off your glass and the bears off your…
Convoy! tail. We’ll catch you on the flip-flop. This here’s the Rubber Duck on the side.
Convoy! We gone. ’Bye,’bye.