[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
          
I drive a brok

e-down rig on 

"may-pop" tire

s
         
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 open

              
ed up and head


 right down
              
Nonstop back t

   
o Dallas
              
Poppin' them W

          
est Coast turn

       
arounds

[Chorus]
              
And they call 

     
me Speedball, 

Speedball Tuck

er

Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
            
Will tell you 

              
that the boy i

  
s mad
            
To be drivin' 

              
in a rig like 

 
that

(Repeat Intro tab)

[Verse 2]
              
You know the r


ain may blow, 

the snow may s

now
            
The turnpikes,

   
 they may free

ze

But they don't bother old Speedball
            
He goin' any d

    
amn way he ple

ase

He got a broomstick on the throttle
              
To keep his th

            
rottle foot a-

 
dancin' 'round
              
With a cup ful

              
l of cold blac

    
k coffee
              
And a pocketfu

            
l of West Coas

            
t turnarounds

[Chorus]
              
And they call 

     
me Speedball, 

Speedball Tuck

er

Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
            
Will tell you 

              
that the boy i

   
s mad
            
To be drivin' 

              
in a rig like 

 
that

(Repeat Intro tab)

[Verse 3]
          
One day I look

ed into my rea

r-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, "Driv

        
er, you've bee

n flyin'
              
And ninety-fiv

           
e is the route

 you were on
            
It was not the

            
 speed limit s

 
ign."

[Chorus]
              
And they call 

     
me Speedball, 

Speedball Tuck

er

Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
            
Will tell you 

              
that the boy i

   
s mad
            
To be drivin' 

              
in a rig like 

 
that

              
And they call 

     
me Speedball, 

Speedball Tuck

er

Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
            
Will tell you 

              
that the boy i

   
s 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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