Lyrics: Robert Hunter
Music: Robert Hunter
I'm a straight-eight driver, I'm a neon wire
Gotta make a fire, I'm a roadhog
Got good bait, I'm a half-hour late
Gotta make a date with dead dog
I'm a roadhog
yeah ...
I'm a roadhog
Gonna tell you somethin' when my thyroid's pumpin'
Well, my heart gets jumpin' like a bullfrog
Just pulled out of a drive-in movie
I'm wound up tight and I'm feelin' groovy
Rock on over and cruise the strip
Drink a few beers, have a good ol' trip
I'm a roadhog
yeah ...
I'm a roadhog
I'm a prostrate batter
I'm a number-five hatter
I'm a smooth-line chatter
I'm a roadhog
I'm an up-and-comer
I'm a flat-out bummer
I'm a toll-gate jumper
I'm a roadhog
yeah ...
I'm a roadhog
I got four bald tyres and a few crossed wires
Don't take no buyers, I'm a roadhog
I'm a high-rise tenant with a baseball pennant
Got a man in the Senate, I'm a roadhog
Yeah, yeah
I'm a roadhog
Roadhog!
Recordings | |||||
Date | Album | Recorded By | |||
1973 | Untitled | Robert Hunter |
Ted Clare's croaking voice claimed lead honors on this tune, the signature song of the band Roadhog, which also included Rodney Albin, Jeffrey Dambrau, Bill Summers, Jim MacPherson, and myself - three nights a week at the Green Earth Café on Market Street.