Music is extremely therapeutic, and if you ever find yourself needing to unwind, you can never go wrong with listening to a little Jim Croce. If you've never heard his hits, such as Bad Bad Leroy Brown, You Don't Mess Around With Jim, One Less Set of Footsteps, Time in a Bottle, and Roller Derby Queen, you've surely been missing out on a fantastic artist.
For the truckers and drivers out there, you'll find that if you sit down and play Speedball Tucker, you'll get pretty pumped to get out on the road. Jim Croce lyrics are always top notch, and I guarantee this is a song that will be on repeat in the truck. Start your day off right, and give this jam a listen!
Speedball Tucker Lyrics
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' a rig like that
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' 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 been flyin'"
And "Ninety-five is 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' a rig like that