 And drivin' down the open highway, I pass him up a highway troll map. He goes right along, not a no-doin' rock. Trains go by, me thinkin' I'm a fly. Wanna sing a little song, gonna have a lot of fun. Then a whistle blowin' before you know, a big man rode my way. He plumbed down my head to the ground, sick and sore, cause I had a note and a big man hit to say.