Tom: Am
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I drive a broke-down rig on "may-pop" tires
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Forty foot of over load
A lot of people say that I'm crazy
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Because I don't know how to take it slow
I got a broomstick on the throttle
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I got her opened up and head right down
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Nonstop back to Dallas
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Poppin' them West Coast turnarounds
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And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
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Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
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Will tell you that the boy is mad
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To be drivin' in a rig like that
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You know the rain may blow, the snow may snow
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The turnpikes, they may freeze
But they don't bother old Speedball
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He goin' any damn way he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle
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To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round
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With a cup full of cold black coffee
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And a pocketful of West Coast turnarounds
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And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
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Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
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Will tell you that the boy is mad
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To be drivin' in a rig like that
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One day I looked into my rear-view mirror
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And comin' up from behind
There was a Georgia state policeman
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And a hundred dollar fine
Well he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up
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He said, "Driver, you've been flyin'
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And ninety-five was the route you were on
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It was not the speed limit sign."
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And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
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Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
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Will tell you that the boy is mad
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To be drivin' in a rig like that
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And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
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Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
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Will tell you that the boy is mad
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To be drivin' in a rig like that
