Speedball Tucker

I drive a broke down rig on may pop tires 40foot of overload

Lotta people say that 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

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 d**n 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

One day I looked into my rear view mirror

And comin' up from behind

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 95was the route you was on

It was not the speed limit sign