Lyrics

[INTRO]

What the hell is goin’ on up there?
Four miles an hour...
Hazards on...
Aw hell Y'ALL—
They’re doin’ the E-LOG CRAWL!

[VERSE 1]

I was drivin’ through a truck stop,
My tanks runnin’ dry,
On a busy day enough
To make a dispatcher cry!

Saw a slow-ass truck,
Hazards blinkin’ red,
An E-log crawlin’ trucker
Rollin’ up ahead.

Took up the whole driveway,
Couldn’t get around,
Three miles an hour
Fuel island bound!!!.

All Fuel lanes full
When we got there—
Not a one was fuelin’...
It’d make a preacher swear!

[PRE-CHORUS]

Three, four,
Don’t mash the pedal more!
Better take your time
’Fore E-LOG hits the drive line!

[CHORUS]

I need a hundred gallons
Of diesel and reefer too,
Gettin’ stuck behind creepin’ drivers
Is all I ever seem to do!

Yellin’ at the windshield,
“C’mon now, get on the ball!”
Everybody’s creepin’, doin’ that—

E-LOG CRAWL!

[POST-CHORUS]

Watch that E-log,
Don’t trigger it, y’all!
Everybody’s doin’
The E-LOG CRAWL!

[VERSE 2]

Finally hit the fuel island,
Every lane was full,
Not a nozzle in a tank—
Man, this is some BULL....

One guy’s gettin’ coffee,
One guy’s gettin’ food,
One’s takin’ his thirty—
And I’m losin’ my cool!

I asked the cashier,
“What the hell can you do
With these truckers
That ain’t gettin’ no fuel?”

She rocked back on her heels,
Put her hands upon her hip,
Walked across the floor,
Sayin’ she don’t need my lip!

She cursed me out
And pointed to the door,
“You can go down the road—
You ain’t gettin’ fuel here no more!”

Told me to leave this stop
Or she gonna call the law!
All because I got mad
Cuz these drivers...

DOIN’ THE E-LOG CRAWL!

[CHORUS]

I need a hundred gallons
Of diesel and reefer too,
Gettin’ stuck behind creepin’ drivers
Is all I ever seem to do!

Yellin’ at the windshield,
“C’mon now, get on the ball!”
Everybody’s creepin’, doin’ that—

E-LOG CRAWL!

[VERSE 3 — FAST COUNTRY RAP]

Now the clock keeps tickin’,
And the line don’t move,
Everybody creepin’
Like they got nothin’ to prove.

One foot on the brake,
Barely touchin’ that gas,
Whole damn truck stop
Waitin’ on ’em to pass!

Three miles an hour,
Maybe four if they’re brave,
Protectin’ every minute
Of the drive time they save.

Hell, I know why they do it,
Yeah, we’ve all been there—
But block the whole driveway?
C’mon, driver, play fair!

So creep if you gotta,
Just remember us all—
Get that rig outta the way
Doin’ the **E-LOG CRAWL!**

[BREAKDOWN]

Then this lady started actin’
Like the fuel island queen,
Jumped up in her big rig
Started causin’ a scene.

She slammed it into gear,
Started creepin’ thru the lot!
She backed that damn truck,
In the closest parkin spot!

WHAT THE HELL Y'ALL!!
DOIN THE E-LOG CRAWL!

[FINAL CHORUS]

I need a hundred gallons
Of diesel and reefer too,
Gettin’ stuck behind creepin’ drivers
Is all I ever do!

Yellin’ at the windshield,
“C’mon now, get on the ball!”
Everybody sing it—

E-LOG CRAWL!

[POST-CHORUS]

Watch that E-log!
Don’t trigger it, y’all!
Three... four... miles an hour—

E-LOG CRAWL!

[OUTRO]

Ain’t nothin’ wrong
With the E-Log Crawl...

Just don’t block the damn fuel island, y’all.

Breaker, breaker...one nine