Jerry Reed

Jerry Reed – East Bound and Down

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About The Song

In the realm of country music, there are songs that touch the heart with their poignant lyrics and melodies, and then there are those that ignite the soul with their infectious energy and spirit of adventure. Jerry Reed’s “East Bound and Down” falls into the latter category, standing as an enduring anthem that has captivated listeners for decades with its irresistible rhythm and celebration of the open road.

Released in 1977 as part of the soundtrack for the action-comedy film “Smokey and the Bandit”, “East Bound and Down” quickly transcended its cinematic origins to become a cultural phenomenon. Written by Reed himself along with Deena Kaye Rose, the song perfectly captures the essence of the film’s protagonist, “Bandit”, a charismatic trucker determined to outrun the law and deliver a truckload of illegal beer.

From the opening notes, “East Bound and Down” exudes an irresistible energy that sets the stage for a thrilling journey. Reed’s signature guitar riffs and driving beat provide a propulsive backdrop for his distinctive vocals, which weave a tale of determination, defiance, and the thrill of the chase.

The lyrics, infused with country vernacular and vivid imagery, paint a picture of Bandit’s relentless pursuit of his goal. “We’ve got a long way to go and a short time to get there,” Reed sings, his voice brimming with the urgency of a man on a mission. “East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’,” he repeats like a mantra, emphasizing the relentless momentum of Bandit’s journey.

The song’s chorus, with its repeated refrain of “East bound and down” and anthemic declaration of “We’re gonna do what they say can’t be done”, has become an indelible part of popular culture. It’s a rallying cry for anyone who has ever dared to challenge the odds and pursue their dreams, regardless of the obstacles in their path.

“East Bound and Down” is more than just a country song; it’s an embodiment of the American spirit, a testament to the power of perseverance and the indomitable will to succeed. It’s a song that has stood the test of time, continuing to inspire and energize generations of listeners with its infectious energy and unwavering spirit.

Video

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IOgUaFkpS3Y

Lyric

Snowman, how are your vocal cords?My vocal cords are fine, I’m a little worried about Fred’s nowHe been gnawing everything in the cab of this truck, barking and screamingI think he’s turning into a stalk of bananas, come backWhat’s your 20?About 16 miles this side of MississippiWhoa, hold it, I just passed another Kojak with a KodakThis place is crawling with bears, where the hell are you? Come backI’m still trying to get rid of that Texas County MountieI don’t know what the hell he wantsYou know what he wants, I mean, how would you like to be the dude that handcuffs a legend?Listen, give me five minutes, we’re gonna put some moves on that mother, I’ll meet you at Old MissWell, you better hurry, or we can just kiss that money goodbye, you understand that?I read you loud and clear, 10-4You got the one Snowman, I’m east bound and down
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’A-we gonna do what they say can’t be doneWe’ve got a long way to go, and a short time to get thereI’m east bound, just watch ol’ Bandit run
Keep your foot hard on the pedalSon, never mind them brakesLet it all hang out ’cause we got a run to makeThe boys are thirsty in AtlantaAnd there’s beer in TexarkanaAnd we’ll bring it back, no matter what it takes
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’A-we gonna do what they say can’t be doneWe’ve got a long way to go, and a short time to get thereI’m east bound, just watch ol’ Bandit run
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’A-we gonna do what they say can’t be doneWe’ve got a long way to go, and a short time to get thereI’m east bound, just watch ol’ Bandit run
Ol’ Smokey’s got them ears onHe’s hot on your trailAnd he ain’t gonna rest ’til you’re in jailSo you got to dodge ‘im and you got to duck ‘imYou got to keep that diesel truckin’Just put that hammer down and give it hell
East bound and down, loaded up and truckin’A-we gonna do what they say can’t be doneWe’ve got a long way to go, and a short time to get thereI’m east bound, just watch ol’ Bandit run
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