Red Dog Express
By Robert W. Cluney
I rolled out of town then I put the hammer down
I was late getting out on the line
I saw a red light, I pulled to the right
That smokey pulled right in behind
I rolled to a stop, I'm gonna argue with the cop
The Red Dog just wasn't out of line
I look down from my cab, got the worst shock I ever had
Blue eyes were smiling up at mine
She was so pretty I tried to be witty
But her smile made my mind a mess
She wore a star, drove a black and white car
And I drove the Red Dog Express
I climbed down to the ground, when I turned around
She was writing something on her pad
She handed it to me, by her smile I could see
That would be the nicest ticket I ever had
She said I saw you back away, at the Roadside Cafe
You were drinking coffee in a booth
Then to my surprise I realized
I couldn’t take a chance on you gettin' loose
When you pulled out on the line I dropped in behind
I had a date with the Red Dog Express
When you put the hammer down, my excuse I found
And I think you know the rest
Now when I roll into town I don't put the hammer down
I just turn on my CB Radio and call
Braker 1-9 Braker 1-9, this is Red Dog callin' little silver star
Back comes her voice - come on home Red Dog,
Supper's waitin' and so am I
And fifteen truckers cut in and yell go for it Old Buddy