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I drive a broke down rig on "may-pop" tiresForty foot of overloadA lot of people say that I'm crazyBecause I don't know how to take it slowI got a broomstick on the throttleI got her opened up and head right downNonstop back to DallasPoppin' them West Coast turn-arounds[Chorus:]And they call me SpeedballSpeedball TuckerTerror of the highwaysAnd all them other truckersWill tell you that the boy is madTo be drivin' a rig like thatYou know the rain may blowThe snow may snowAnd the turnpikes they may freezeBut they don't bother ol' SpeedballHe goin' any damn way he pleaseHe got a broomstick on the throttleTo keep his throttle foot a-dancin' roundWith a cupful of cold black coffeeAnd a pocketful of West Coast turn-aroundsLetras de canciones[Chorus:]One day I looked into my rear view mirrorAnd a-comin' up from behindThere was a Georgia State policemanAnd a hundred dollar fineWell he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me upAnd said "Driver, you been flyin'"And "Ninety-five is the route you were onIt was not the speed limit sign"[Chorus: Repeat 2X] From Letras Mania