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Chorus

And they call me

Speedball, Speedball Tucker

Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers

Will

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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

The turnpikes, they may freeze

But they don't bother old 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 cup full of cold black coffee

And a pocketful of West Coast turnarounds

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One day I looked into my rear-view 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've been flyin'

And ninety-five was the route you were on

It was not the speed limit sign."

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