Virgil Caine is the name
and I drove faster than the train
'til so much police cars came
and pulled me over again.
Thought I was driving sixty-five
but that Smokey said that was just jive.
My tailpipe, man, it sure did smell.
Backwards alphabet, the cops want me to spell!

The night I drove 'bout sixty-nine
and all the lights were flashing!
The night I drove 'bout sixty-nine
and all the drivers were crashing!
They went... "Slow down, you maniac!
You're gonna crash, and break your back!"

Back with my wife in Tennessee
and one day, she said to me:
"Virgil, quick, come see!
There goes black Number 3!"
Now, I don't mind, it's understood
for most drivers, the money's no good.
And Dale Earnhardt, that guy was the best
'til we found out he would die like all of the rest!

The night I drove 'bout sixty-nine
and all the lights were flashing!
The night I drove 'bout sixty-nine
and all the drivers were crashing!
They went... "Slow down, you maniac!
You're gonna crash, and break your back!"

Like my father before me, I'm a trucking man.
And like my brother before me, I drive across the land.
Oh, he was just 18, proud and brave
but a drunky laid him in his grave.
I swear by the lead that's in my feet
cops can go to hell tomorrow as I repeat...

The night I drove 'bout sixty-nine
and all the lights were flashing!
The night I drove 'bout sixty-nine
and all the drivers were crashing!
They went... "Slow down, you maniac!
You're gonna crash, and break your back!"
"Slow down, you maniac!
You're gonna crash, and break your back!"
"Slow down, you maniac!
You're gonna crash, and break your back!"
(repeat 'til fade)