Speedball Tucker

          G7
I drive a broke-down rig on "may-pop" tires
C7         G7
Forty foot of over load
A lot of people say that I'm crazy
           C7              G7
Because I don't know how to take it slow
I got a broomstick on the throttle
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I got her opened up and head right down
                 E7
Nonstop back to Dallas
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Poppin' them West Coast turnarounds

                   D7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
C7
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
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Will tell you that the boy is mad
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To be drivin' in a rig like that

              G7
You know the rain may blow, the snow may snow
     C7          G7
The turnpikes, they may freeze
But they don't bother old Speedball
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He goin' any damn way he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle
               C7            G7
To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round
                                E7
With a cup full of cold black coffee
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And a pocketful of West Coast turnarounds

                   D7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
C7
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
      G7                       E7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
       A7                 D7      G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that

          G7
One day I looked into my rear-view mirror
     C7     G7
And comin' up from behind
There was a Georgia state policeman
     C7     G7
And a hundred dollar fine
Well he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up
            C7        G7
He said, "Driver, you've been flyin'
                          E7
And ninety-five was the route you were on
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It was not the speed limit sign."

                   D7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
C7
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
      G7                       E7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
       A7                 D7      G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that
                   D7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
C7
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
      G7                       E7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
       A7                 D7      G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that

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