作词 : Croce | |
I drive a broke-down rig on may-pop tires 40 foot of overload | |
Lotta people say that I'm crazy because I don't know how to take it slow | |
I got a broomstick on the throttle, I gotta rope it up and head right down | |
Non-stop back to Dallas poppin' them west coast turnarounds | |
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker, | |
terror of the highway and all them other truckers | |
will tell you that the boy is mad | |
to be drivin' in a rig like that | |
You know the rain may blow, snow may snow, and the turnpikes they may freeze | |
But that don't bother ol' Speedball, he goin' any damn way he please | |
He got a broomstick on the throttle to keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round | |
With a cupful of cold, black coffee, and a pocketful of west Coast turnarounds | |
One day I looked into my rear-view mirror, and comin' up from behind | |
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, driver you been flyin' | |
And 95 was the route you was on, it was not the speed limit sign |
zuo ci : Croce | |
I drive a brokedown rig on maypop tires 40 foot of overload | |
Lotta people say that I' m crazy because I don' t know how to take it slow | |
I got a broomstick on the throttle, I gotta rope it up and head right down | |
Nonstop back to Dallas poppin' them west coast turnarounds | |
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker, | |
terror of the highway and all them other truckers | |
will tell you that the boy is mad | |
to be drivin' in a rig like that | |
You know the rain may blow, snow may snow, and the turnpikes they may freeze | |
But that don' t bother ol' Speedball, he goin' any damn way he please | |
He got a broomstick on the throttle to keep his throttle foot adancin' ' round | |
With a cupful of cold, black coffee, and a pocketful of west Coast turnarounds | |
One day I looked into my rearview mirror, and comin' up from behind | |
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, driver you been flyin' | |
And 95 was the route you was on, it was not the speed limit sign |
zuò cí : Croce | |
I drive a brokedown rig on maypop tires 40 foot of overload | |
Lotta people say that I' m crazy because I don' t know how to take it slow | |
I got a broomstick on the throttle, I gotta rope it up and head right down | |
Nonstop back to Dallas poppin' them west coast turnarounds | |
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker, | |
terror of the highway and all them other truckers | |
will tell you that the boy is mad | |
to be drivin' in a rig like that | |
You know the rain may blow, snow may snow, and the turnpikes they may freeze | |
But that don' t bother ol' Speedball, he goin' any damn way he please | |
He got a broomstick on the throttle to keep his throttle foot adancin' ' round | |
With a cupful of cold, black coffee, and a pocketful of west Coast turnarounds | |
One day I looked into my rearview mirror, and comin' up from behind | |
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, driver you been flyin' | |
And 95 was the route you was on, it was not the speed limit sign |