[00:00.00] 作词 : Croce
[00:05.46]I drive a broke down rig on May-pop tires
[00:08.76]Forty foot of overload
[00:11.61]A lot of people say that I'm crazy
[00:13.83]Because I don't know how to take it slow
[00:16.71]I got a broomstick on the throttle
[00:19.56]I got her opened up and head right down
[00:22.74]Nonstop back to Dallas
[00:24.63]Poppin' them West Coast turn arounds
[00:27.21]And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
[00:31.80]Terror of the highways and all them other truckers
[00:33.93]Will tell you that the boy is mad
[00:36.72]To be drivin' in a rig like that
[00:46.50]You know the rain may blow
[00:48.27]The snow may snow
[00:49.50]And the turnpikes they may freeze
[00:52.80]But they don't bother ol' Speedball
[00:54.93]He goin' any damn way he please
[00:57.75]He got a broomstick on the throttle
[01:00.57]To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round
[01:03.54]With a cupful of cold black coffee
[01:05.76]And a pocketful of West Coast turn arounds
[01:08.25]And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
[01:12.78]Terror of the highways and all them other truckers
[01:14.97]Will tell you that the boy is mad
[01:17.61]To be drivin' in a rig like that
[01:27.45]One day I looked into my rear view mirror
[01:30.69]And a-comin' up from behind
[01:33.12]There was a Georgia State policeman
[01:36.30]And a hundred dollar fine
[01:38.82]Well, he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up
[01:41.79]And said, "Driver, you've been flyin'
[01:43.92]And ninety five was the route you were on
[01:47.46]It was not the speed limit sign"
[01:49.77]And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
[01:53.97]Terror of the highways and all them other truckers
[01:56.13]Will tell you that the boy is mad
[01:58.74]To be drivin' in a rig like that
[02:00.93]And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
[02:05.28]Terror of the highways and all them other truckers
[02:07.41]Will tell you that the boy is mad
[02:10.02]To be drivin' in a rig like that

作词 : 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' in 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
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' in a rig like that
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've been flyin'
And ninety five was the route you were on
It was not the speed limit sign"
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' in a rig like that
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' in a rig like that