Speedball Tucker Lyrics - Down The Highway - 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' in a rig like that 

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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 

Yeah, 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