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
          C7                G7 
I got her opened up and head right down
                 E7 
Nonstop back to Dallas
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Poppin' them West Coast turnarounds

[Chorus]
                   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

[Verse]
              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
         C7       G7
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

[Chorus]
                   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

[Verse]
          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
        A7        D7         G7 
It was not the speed limit sign."

[Chorus]
                   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