Speedball Tucker

Jim Croce

I drive a broke down rig on "may-pop" tires

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 opened up and head right down

Nonstop back to Dallas

Poppin' them West Coast turn-arounds


And they call me Speedball

Speedball Tucker

Terror of the highways

And all them other truckers

Will tell you that the boy is mad

To be drivin' a rig like that

You know the rain may blow

The snow may snow

And the turnpikes they may freeze

But they 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 turn-arounds


One day I looked into my rear view mirror

And a-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

And said "Driver, you been flyin'"

And "Ninety-five is the route you were on

It was not the speed limit sign"

Chorus (2 x's)

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