speedball tucker — текст песни (croce jim)

From: MarkHenjum@aol.com
Date: Wed, 16 Aug 1995 18:01:05 -0400

SPEEDBALL TUCKER
Words and music by Jim Croce

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

CHORUS:
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

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

(CHORUS)

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.

(CHORUS 2X)