Chorus;
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin'
we gonna' do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go, and a short time to get there
I'm east bound just watchin' ole' Bandit run.
Keep your foot hard on the pedal son, never mind them brakes
let it all hang out 'cause we've got a run to make.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta, and there's beer in Texarkana,
and we'll bring it back no matter what it takes
Chorus;
Old Smokey's got them ears on, he's hot on your trail,
and he ain't gonna' rest 'til you're in jail.
So, you gotta' dodge him, you gotta' duck him
you gotta' keep that deisel truckin'
just put that hammer down and give it hell.
East Bound & Down
Recorded By: Jerry Reed