Speedball Tucker – Jim Croce
Nghệ sĩ: Jim Croce
Hợp Âm Chuẩn
Intro
Gtr I
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| Gtr II |
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Verse 1→ Phiên khúc
I drive a broke-down rig on "may-pop" tires
Forty foot of overload
A lot of people say that I'm crazy
Because I don't know how to take it slow
I got a broomstick on the throttle
I got her opened up and head right down
Nonstop back to Dallas
Poppin' them West Coast turnarounds
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
Will tell you that the boy is mad
To be drivin' in a rig like that
(Repeat Intro tab)
Verse 2→ Phiên khúc
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
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
Will tell you that the boy is mad
To be drivin' in a rig like that
(Repeat Intro tab)
Verse 3→ Phiên khúc
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 is the route you were on
It was not the speed limit sign."
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
Will tell you that the boy is mad
To be drivin' in a rig like that
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
Will tell you that the boy is mad
To be drivin' in a rig like that
(Repeat Intro tab, end on G instead of D7)
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| x Dead note
| h Hammer-on
| p Pull-off
| b Bend (half tone)
| . Staccato
| s Slide (legato)
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