Speedball Tucker

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I drive a broke-down rig on 
"may-pop" tires
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Forty foot of over load

A lot of people say that I'm crazy
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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
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Nonstop back to Dallas
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Poppin' them West Coast 
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turnarounds

[Chorus]
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And they call me Speedball, 
Speedball Tucker
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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

[Verse]
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You know the rain may blow, the snow
 may snow
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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
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To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 
'round
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With a cup full of cold black coffee
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And a pocketful of West Coast 
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turnarounds

[Chorus]
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And they call me Speedball, 
Speedball Tucker
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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

[Verse]
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One day I looked into my rear-view 
mirror
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And comin' up from behind

There was a Georgia state policeman
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And a hundred dollar fine

Well he looked me in the eye as he 
was writin' me up
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He said, "Driver, you've been flyin'
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And ninety-five was the route you 
were on
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It was not the speed limit sign."

[Chorus]
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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
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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
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To be drivin' in a rig like that