Lirik dan Chord Lagu Speedball Tucker - Jim Croce

JAKARTA, KOMPAS.com - Pada 1 Juli 1973 musikus folk rock asal Amerika Serikat, Jim Croce merilis sebuah lagu yang berjudul "Speedball Tucker".

Lagu tersebut menjad trek ke-10 dari 11 lagu dalam albumnya yang bertajuk Life and Times.

Baca juga: Lirik dan Chord Lagu Kings Song - Jim Croce

Berikut lirik dan chord lagu "Speedball Tucker" dari Jim Croce:

[Verse]
                              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
Am7                       D7                        G7
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
A7                      D7                           G7
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