Speedball Tucker de Jim Croce

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		   SPEEDBALL TUCKER
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>

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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

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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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