I DRIVE
A BROKE-DOWN RIG
ON MAY-POP TIRES
FORTY FOOT
OF OVERLOAD
LOTTA PEOPLE SAY
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
6 BAR
BREAK
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
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
4 BAR
BREAK
ONE DAY I LOOKED INTO
MY REARVIEW MIRROR
AND 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
HE SAID
DRIVER YOU BEEN FLYIN'
AND NINETY-FIVE
WAS THE ROUTE
YOU WERE ON
IT WAS NOT
THE SPEED LIMIT SIGN
YEAH 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
YEAH 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