Smokey and the Bandit | 1977

Eastbound and down

Loaded up and truckin'

We 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 eastbound

Just watch ol' Bandit run

Oh, shit.

Breaker one-nine. Breaker one-nine.

I see a portable gas station ahead of me. Do you copy?

Is this Bandit? This is Mr. B,

and I'm gea�ammin' this rollin' refinery.

You got another Smokey on the rubber?

It's the Bandit, son. Can we slide right into your convoy there?

Come ahead, Bandit. We'll slip you into the rockin' chair,

play a little hide-and-seek.

The welcome mat is out, and you're comin' home.

Ten-four.

We're going in the rocking chair, honey. Good.

Trucks, I love 'em. I love 'em.

This is not a convoy. This is a dream.

They can see right down into this car, you know that?

Well, so what?

That's why I used to love to drive those trucks, darlin'. Spot those beavers.

Safe as in your mother's womb here, darlin'.

Is that right? Yeah.

Son, never mind them brakes

�et 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

Eastbound and down