Well I drove this Jimmy Diesel from Mojave up to the summit of TahoeThen I headed down the hill to San Bernardino I was pushed by twenty tons of rock and stoneWell the warning buzzer sounded I was low on airI checked the pressure gauges, no pressure thereI looked at the deep and rocky canyon down belowI said man, what a way to goI saw a red light in my side view mirrorI knew there was a highwayman behindWell I tried to shift her down one time but missed itAnd she really started to unwindWell that patrolman passed me like I was a sitting stillHis siren started screaming as he went on down that hillThat highwayman, he had a crazy notion I could seeHe was gonna try to clear the road for meI read a sign trucks twenty miles an hourI watched the hand go round as it hit the pegThat patrol car was a-burning up the highwayAnd I was right there on his license tagWell I started once to ditch but then I lost my nerveI side-swiped the bobtail as I straightened up the curveI opened up my eyes and I was back on level groundBut it took five more miles to shut her downThat highwayman walked up and put his hand upAnd I reached out and shook it like a manWell he shook me loose and said let's see your licenseAnd don't get wise with me I'll run you inNow where's your registration, who owns that machineHe wrote me a ticket longer than a witch's dreamWell there's a lot of things in this old world that I don't understandAnd one of them's the doggone highwaymanAnd one of them's the doggone highwayman