Goblins in the Garden - Black Hearse

Описание: Fancy Gap Flyer - Billy Buckshot and the Blowouts

1970s Outlaw Country, Truck Driving Song, Spoken Word Narration, Fast-paced Honky-tonk, Upbeat Banjo, Southern Rock Guitar, CB Radio Sound Effects.

1970s Outlaw Country, Trucker Ballad, fast-paced spoken word narration, Male baritone voice, thick southern drawl, CB radio sound effects, upbeat banjo, honky-tonk piano, 125 BPM.
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​[Intro]
(Slow, tension-building banjo pluck. Sound of a diesel engine idling.)
[SFX: CB radio static]

​[Verse 1 - Dry Spoken Word]
Well, me and Big Jim was haulin’ a load of oversized bowling balls out of Cleveland.
We’d been pushin’ it hard, livin’ on cold coffee and truck-stop jerky for three days straight.
We hit the Virginia line on I-77, lookin’ to coast down into North Carolina,
When Jim looks at me and says, "Hey, buddy... you ever feel like the steering wheel is just a suggestion?"
I looked at the dash, and the air pressure needle was doin' a nervous jig.
I said, "Jim, we’re at the top of Fancy Gap. It’s six miles of fog and a grade that’d make a mountain goat quit."
He just grinned, spit some Red Man into a foam cup, and said:
"Well, hold onto your hat, 'cause the brakes just went on a permanent vacation."

​[Chorus - Melodic Country Harmonies]
Rollin' down the Gap on a prayer and a wing!
Listen to that Peterbilt whistle and sing!
The fog’s so thick you could cut it with a knife,
We’re haulin' bowling balls and we’re runnin' for our life!
From the Blue Ridge peaks to the valley floor,
We ain't knockin'—we’re kickin' down the door!

​[Verse 2 - Fast Dry Spoken Narration]
Well, we hit 70... then 80... then 95.
The fog was like drivin' through a giant bowl of mashed potatoes.
We passed a state trooper who was parked on the shoulder,
And the vacuum from our pass nearly sucked the doors right off his cruiser!
[SFX: Police siren whoop]
Jim’s shoutin' into the CB: "Breaker-Breaker, clear the lane!
We got forty tons of gravity and a driver with no brain!"
Those bowling balls started shiftin' in the back...
Sounded like a giant game of Yahtzee played with thunderclaps.
I looked out the window and saw a runaway truck ramp,
But Jim said, "Nah, that's for amateurs! We’re goin' for the record!"

​[Chorus]
Rollin' down the Gap on a prayer and a wing!
Listen to that Peterbilt whistle and sing!
The fog’s so thick you could cut it with a knife,
We’re haulin' bowling balls and we’re runnin' for our life!

​[Bridge - Fast Banjo and Fiddle Solo]

​[Outro - Dry Spoken Narration]
Well, we finally leveled out near Mount Airy.
The engine was smokin', the tires were meltin', and I’d aged about fifteen years in six miles.
We rolled into a weigh station doin' about three miles an hour,
And every single bowling ball had smashed through the front of the trailer.
The DOT officer walked up, looked at the pile of rubble, and asked if we had our logs.
Jim just handed him a crumpled-up napkin and said:
"Officer, we didn't just drive down that mountain... we conquered it."
I just wanted a nap.

​[Fade Out]
(Sound of a loud air horn blast)
[SFX: CB radio click]
"Catch ya on the flip-flop."

[End]