Matt’s wife Kristen picked up a copy of the fine, fine Bud Brewer LP Big Bertha, The Truck Driving Queen for him this afternoon. Matt, in turn, links to the entire album online, and calls our kind attention to the immortal classic “Caffeine, Nicotine, and Benzedrine (and wish me luck).”

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Matt is a national treasure and he should be ferried about the country in a semi with his record collection.

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  1. here’s a good one, couldn’t find an mp3 of it…imagine a slow psychotic fuzz guitar phasing between the speakers….

    Night Rider
    by C.W. Mccall
    [A ghostly chorus]
    Night rider

    Well, a-truckin’ on the night line, quarter past five
    Tryin’ to get my rig an’ me to ‘Frisco alive
    Fog lights up tight, a-givin’ me the creeps
    Just a Winnemucca trucka with a load a’ black sheep

    [A ghostly chorus]
    Night rider

    I got a belly full a’ jelly and head full a’ pain
    Bennies spinnin’ spider webs, a-messin’ my brain
    Tryin’ ta get myself together with a shot a’ black C
    What I really oughta get me is an hour a’ Zs

    [Chorus, but not ghostly]
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights, ’til you’ve gone blind

    Well, Alabammy Mammy got a spell on my life
    Kansas City Kitty cut my heart out tonight
    I lost a C-note in Reno off a’ Keno and craps
    And now Smokey’s on the overpass a-settin’ his traps
    White lines lasers burnin’ holes in my eyes
    Feel like I’m hypnotized, think I’m gonna die
    Interstate 80, gonna get me no sleep
    Just a-winkin’ and a-blinkin’ with a stinkin’ load a’ sheep

    [Chorus]
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights, ’til you’ve gone blind

    [A ghostly chorus]
    Night rider

    [Ghostly, but it’s not the chorus]
    Ba ba black sheep, have you any wool?
    Yes sah, yes sah, three bags full
    One for my master, and one for my dame
    And one for Jimmy Bowen who lives in L.A.

    [Chorus]
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind (yeah)
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind

    [Psychotic cackling here. He’s losin’ it.]

    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind

    [Fade out]
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind
    Night Rider, Night Rider, losin’ your mind
    Look at those lights ’til you think you’ve gone blind

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