Текст песни Jim Croce - Speedball Tucker
Jim Croce - Speedball Tucker слова песни
I drive a broke down rig on "may-pop" tiresForty foot of overloadA lot of people say that I`m crazyBecause I don`t know how to take it slowI got a broomstick on the throttleI got her opened up and head right downNonstop back to DallasPoppin` them West Coast turn-aroundsChorus:And they call me SpeedballSpeedball TuckerTerror of the highwaysAnd all them other truckersWill tell you that the boy is madTo be drivin` a rig like thatYou know the rain may blowThe snow may snowAnd the turnpikes they may freezeBut they don`t bother ol` SpeedballHe goin` any damn way he pleaseHe got a broomstick on the throttleTo keep his throttle foot a-dancin` roundWith a cupful of cold black coffeeAnd a pocketful of West Coast turn-aroundsChorusOne day I looked into my rear view mirrorAnd a-comin` up from behindThere was a Georgia State policemanAnd a hundred dollar fineWell he looked me in the eye as he was writin` me up"driver you been Blind?""Ninety-nine was the route you were on it ewas not the speed limit sign."