One afternoon a little truck driver walked in to the bar and grille
He ordered some coffee and a piece of pie while the gas tank on his rig was bein’ filled
Well just as his pie and his coffee arrived three tough lookin’ guys walked in
They looked down the counter, saw the little trucker, looked at each other and grinned
They looked mean, what i mean
But the baddest bad you’ve ever seen is the kinda mad called mountain mean, Mountain
mean
Well they walked over where the little trucker was sittin and gave his back a big slap
Poured salt on his pie, sugar in his hair, and coffee all over his lap
They slashed a big glass of milk in his face and threw him head first to the floor
Then one said lets go sit in the parkin’ lot boys then the three of them laughed as they walked
out the door
Now that's mean, what i mean
But the baddest bad you’ve ever seen is the kinda mad called mountain mean, Mountain
mean
Well a little trucker picked himself up, wiped the milk off his face
Combed out his hair, brushed off his lap, finished that old salty pie on his plate
Then he quietly got up, paid his bill, walked on out to his truck
For a minute or so right after he left not a soul in the place looked up
And then one guy down at the end of the counter got up from where he sat
Said that little trucker ain’t much of a man to let them three guys treat em’ like that
Girl nodded pointed outside, said yeah and I’ll tell ya what
He ain’t much of a trucker either, he just ran over three guys in the parkin’ lot
Now that's mean, what i mean
But the baddest bad you’ve ever seen is the kinda mad called mountain mean, Mountain
mean
Now that's mean, what i mean
But the baddest bad you’ve ever seen is the kinda mad called mountain mean, Mountain
mean