West bound and down, eighteen wheels are rollin'
We're 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 west bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run
Keep your foot hard on the pedal. Son, never mind them brakes
Let it all hang out 'cause we 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