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Speedball Tucker Chords

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Inspire and develop your lil' rock stars
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#----------------------------------PLEASE NOTE---------------------------------#
#This file is the author's own work and represents their interpretation of the #
#song. You may only use this file for private study, scholarship, or research. #
From: MarkHenjum@aol.com
Date: Wed, 16 Aug 1995 18:01:05 -0400

Words and music by Jim Croce

I drive a [E7]broke-down rig on "may-pop" tires
[A7]Forty foot of over[E7]load
A lot of people say that I'm crazy
Because I [A7]don't know how to take it [E7]slow
I got a [E7]broomstick on the throttle
I got her [A7]opened up and head right [E7]down
[C#m7]Nonstop back to [A7]Dallas
Poppin' them [E7]West Coast [B7]turnarounds[E7]

And they call me [A7]Speedball, Speedball Tucker
[E7]Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
Will [C#m7]tell you that the boy is [A7]mad
To be [E7]drivin' in a [B7]rig like [E7]that

You know the rain may blow, the snow may snow
The turnpikes, they may freeze
But they don't bother old Speedball
He goin' any damn way he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle
To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round
With a cup full of cold black coffee
And a pocketful of West Coast turnarounds


One day I looked into my rear-view mirror
And comin' up from behind
There was a Georgia state policeman
And a hundred dollar fine
Well he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up
He said, "Driver, you've been flyin'
And ninety-five was the route you were on
It was not the speed limit sign."

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