East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're 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 east bound, just watch ol' "Bandit" run.
Keep your foot hard on the pedal. Son, never mind them brakes.
Let it all hang out 'cause we got a run to make.
The boys are thirsty in Atlanta and there's beer in Texarcana.
And we'll bring it back no matter what it takes.
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin',
we're gonna do what they say can't be done.
We've got a long way to go and a short time to
Your Auntie Grizelda
By Diane Hilderbrand and Jack Keller
She knows her mind all right, your Auntie Grizelda,
She says she knows my kind, she might, maybe so.
Oh, yeah, she's raised you right, your Auntie Grizelda,
You only know the things she wants you to know.
I know she's having a fit,
She doesn't like me a bit,
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda.
You can't begrudge her style, your Auntie Grizelda,
She couldn't budge a smile and do it for free.
So righteous making fudge, your Auntie Grizelda,
So proper judging others over her tea.
You look just like her you do,
I know by looking at you,
That you've been listening to your Auntie Grizelda.
[ad lib]
Oh, no, don't look at me like Auntie Grizelda
It takes much more to be someone of your own.
You've got to make it free from Auntie Grizelda
Or just like her you'll have to make it alone.
I know she's having a fit,
She doesn't like me a bit,
No bird of grace ever lit on Auntie Grizelda.
Auntie Grizelda, Auntie Grizelda