The Jogger Chords by Bobby Bare
Tempo:
87.45 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
A
C
E
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[G]
Well, I've been a trucker now for 20 [C] years from the Charleston coast to the Jersey [D] piers,
sharing the road with race car [G] nuts and loggers.
Sunday drivers, scouts on [C] hikes, Hell's Angels on Harley [D] bikes.
I never met a roader I didn't like except [G] them jaws.
One day I'm a rolling down 101, [C] I got 18 wheels under 14 [D] tons,
radio playing a good old [G] country rocker.
The day was surely a trucker's [C] dream, the sky was sunny and the air was [D] clean.
Went up ahead on the road I seen a skinny, [G] sweating job.
Well, he's dressed like a goo and baby [C] blue with shorty shorts and a headband [D] too.
I yelled, hey sweetie, I bet that [G] you are the head of the men's running locker.
But I'm a running late with an [C] overload, so get your Adidas off of this [D] road.
I'm LA bound, I don't slow down for dead raccoons [G] or jaws.
Well, without breaking stride or losing [C] poise,
he's shooting that wigshaw, makes some [D] noise.
Can't talk now, I'm racing [G] against the clocker.
But it's just nine miles before her [C] sleep,
and if you ain't afraid to race that [D] heap,
we'll see how that old rig holds up against a [G] super jogger.
Race?
I must be hearing [C] wrong.
The boy's been running in the sun too long.
[D] The only place he's a racing [G] to is a doctor.
But before I could say thank you, no.
[C] The fool yells ready, gets set, [D] go, and the race is on, we're off and gone.
Me and that [G] maniac jogger.
[A] Well, I could have left him far [D] behind, but I played with him like a fish on a [E] line.
Stayed about a half a mile [A] behind that sucker.
And I pushed her up to 45, [D] and he sees me coming and he starts to [E] fly.
I push her to 60 and shift to high.
Finally [A] catch that jogger, and it wasn't easy.
Now I'm doing 80 and I turn to [D] check, and he's staying right with me, neck and [E] neck.
His heart's a thumping like my engine going,
[A] ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da.
Then he says, hey, I hope you're [D] set, because I ain't shifted in a second yet.
[E] Then he unwinds and leaves me behind, eating the dust [A] of the jogger.
Then I see him jogging up into the sky, [D] and he yells, hey, thanks for the exercise.
[E] I hope that losing this [A] race was not too shocking.
You see, my dad says heaven ain't no place to [D] run, and I try to be an obedient [E] son.
So I come down to earth to [A] do my job.
Well, that's the story, take it or [D] leave it.
My trucker buddies, they believe [E] it.
So do them racecar nuts and [A] Harley Hawkins.
Now I'm still driving much the [D] same, except I don't call nobody names.
[E] And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them [A] good old joggers.
And I say, hey, good buddy, can I get [D] you something?
What about a little Gatorade?
[E] Yeah, oh, that's all right, I got plenty [A] of time.
[D] [E]
[A]
Well, I've been a trucker now for 20 [C] years from the Charleston coast to the Jersey [D] piers,
sharing the road with race car [G] nuts and loggers.
Sunday drivers, scouts on [C] hikes, Hell's Angels on Harley [D] bikes.
I never met a roader I didn't like except [G] them jaws.
One day I'm a rolling down 101, [C] I got 18 wheels under 14 [D] tons,
radio playing a good old [G] country rocker.
The day was surely a trucker's [C] dream, the sky was sunny and the air was [D] clean.
Went up ahead on the road I seen a skinny, [G] sweating job.
Well, he's dressed like a goo and baby [C] blue with shorty shorts and a headband [D] too.
I yelled, hey sweetie, I bet that [G] you are the head of the men's running locker.
But I'm a running late with an [C] overload, so get your Adidas off of this [D] road.
I'm LA bound, I don't slow down for dead raccoons [G] or jaws.
Well, without breaking stride or losing [C] poise,
he's shooting that wigshaw, makes some [D] noise.
Can't talk now, I'm racing [G] against the clocker.
But it's just nine miles before her [C] sleep,
and if you ain't afraid to race that [D] heap,
we'll see how that old rig holds up against a [G] super jogger.
Race?
I must be hearing [C] wrong.
The boy's been running in the sun too long.
[D] The only place he's a racing [G] to is a doctor.
But before I could say thank you, no.
[C] The fool yells ready, gets set, [D] go, and the race is on, we're off and gone.
Me and that [G] maniac jogger.
[A] Well, I could have left him far [D] behind, but I played with him like a fish on a [E] line.
Stayed about a half a mile [A] behind that sucker.
And I pushed her up to 45, [D] and he sees me coming and he starts to [E] fly.
I push her to 60 and shift to high.
Finally [A] catch that jogger, and it wasn't easy.
Now I'm doing 80 and I turn to [D] check, and he's staying right with me, neck and [E] neck.
His heart's a thumping like my engine going,
[A] ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da.
Then he says, hey, I hope you're [D] set, because I ain't shifted in a second yet.
[E] Then he unwinds and leaves me behind, eating the dust [A] of the jogger.
Then I see him jogging up into the sky, [D] and he yells, hey, thanks for the exercise.
[E] I hope that losing this [A] race was not too shocking.
You see, my dad says heaven ain't no place to [D] run, and I try to be an obedient [E] son.
So I come down to earth to [A] do my job.
Well, that's the story, take it or [D] leave it.
My trucker buddies, they believe [E] it.
So do them racecar nuts and [A] Harley Hawkins.
Now I'm still driving much the [D] same, except I don't call nobody names.
[E] And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them [A] good old joggers.
And I say, hey, good buddy, can I get [D] you something?
What about a little Gatorade?
[E] Yeah, oh, that's all right, I got plenty [A] of time.
[D] [E]
[A]
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[G] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I've been a trucker now for 20 [C] years from the Charleston coast to the Jersey [D] piers,
sharing the road with race car [G] nuts and loggers. _
_ Sunday drivers, scouts on [C] hikes, Hell's Angels on Harley [D] bikes.
I never met a roader I didn't like except [G] them jaws.
_ One day I'm a rolling down 101, [C] I got 18 wheels under 14 [D] tons,
radio playing a good old [G] country rocker.
_ The day was surely a trucker's [C] dream, the sky was sunny and the air was [D] clean.
Went up ahead on the road I seen a skinny, [G] sweating job.
_ Well, he's dressed like a goo and baby [C] blue with shorty shorts and a headband [D] too.
I yelled, hey sweetie, I bet that [G] you are the head of the men's running locker.
But I'm a running late with an [C] overload, so get your Adidas off of this [D] road.
I'm LA bound, I don't slow down for dead raccoons [G] or jaws.
_ Well, without breaking stride or losing [C] poise,
he's shooting that wigshaw, makes some [D] noise.
Can't talk now, I'm racing [G] against the clocker.
_ But it's just nine miles before her [C] sleep,
and if you ain't afraid to race that [D] heap,
we'll see how that old rig holds up against a [G] super jogger. _
_ Race?
I must be hearing [C] wrong.
The boy's been running in the sun too long.
[D] The only place he's a racing [G] to is a doctor. _
But before I could say thank you, no.
[C] The fool yells ready, gets set, [D] go, and the race is on, we're off and gone.
Me and that [G] maniac jogger.
_ [A] _ _ _ Well, I could have left him far [D] behind, but I played with him like a fish on a [E] line.
Stayed about a half a mile [A] behind that sucker.
_ And I pushed her up to 45, [D] and he sees me coming and he starts to [E] fly.
I push her to 60 and shift to high.
Finally [A] catch that jogger, and it wasn't easy.
Now I'm doing 80 and I turn to [D] check, and he's staying right with me, neck and [E] neck.
His heart's a thumping like my engine going,
[A] ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da. _
_ Then he says, hey, I hope you're [D] set, because I ain't shifted in a second yet.
[E] Then he unwinds and leaves me behind, eating the dust [A] of the jogger.
Then I see him jogging up into the sky, [D] and he yells, hey, thanks for the exercise.
[E] I hope that losing this [A] race was not too shocking.
You see, my dad says heaven ain't no place to [D] run, and I try to be an obedient [E] son.
So I come down to earth to [A] do my job.
_ Well, that's the story, take it or [D] leave it.
My trucker buddies, they believe [E] it.
So do them racecar nuts and [A] Harley Hawkins.
_ Now I'm still driving much the [D] same, except I don't call nobody names.
[E] And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them [A] good old joggers.
And I say, hey, good buddy, can I get [D] you something?
What about a little Gatorade?
[E] Yeah, oh, that's all right, I got plenty [A] of time. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
Well, I've been a trucker now for 20 [C] years from the Charleston coast to the Jersey [D] piers,
sharing the road with race car [G] nuts and loggers. _
_ Sunday drivers, scouts on [C] hikes, Hell's Angels on Harley [D] bikes.
I never met a roader I didn't like except [G] them jaws.
_ One day I'm a rolling down 101, [C] I got 18 wheels under 14 [D] tons,
radio playing a good old [G] country rocker.
_ The day was surely a trucker's [C] dream, the sky was sunny and the air was [D] clean.
Went up ahead on the road I seen a skinny, [G] sweating job.
_ Well, he's dressed like a goo and baby [C] blue with shorty shorts and a headband [D] too.
I yelled, hey sweetie, I bet that [G] you are the head of the men's running locker.
But I'm a running late with an [C] overload, so get your Adidas off of this [D] road.
I'm LA bound, I don't slow down for dead raccoons [G] or jaws.
_ Well, without breaking stride or losing [C] poise,
he's shooting that wigshaw, makes some [D] noise.
Can't talk now, I'm racing [G] against the clocker.
_ But it's just nine miles before her [C] sleep,
and if you ain't afraid to race that [D] heap,
we'll see how that old rig holds up against a [G] super jogger. _
_ Race?
I must be hearing [C] wrong.
The boy's been running in the sun too long.
[D] The only place he's a racing [G] to is a doctor. _
But before I could say thank you, no.
[C] The fool yells ready, gets set, [D] go, and the race is on, we're off and gone.
Me and that [G] maniac jogger.
_ [A] _ _ _ Well, I could have left him far [D] behind, but I played with him like a fish on a [E] line.
Stayed about a half a mile [A] behind that sucker.
_ And I pushed her up to 45, [D] and he sees me coming and he starts to [E] fly.
I push her to 60 and shift to high.
Finally [A] catch that jogger, and it wasn't easy.
Now I'm doing 80 and I turn to [D] check, and he's staying right with me, neck and [E] neck.
His heart's a thumping like my engine going,
[A] ba-da-ba-ba-ba-da. _
_ Then he says, hey, I hope you're [D] set, because I ain't shifted in a second yet.
[E] Then he unwinds and leaves me behind, eating the dust [A] of the jogger.
Then I see him jogging up into the sky, [D] and he yells, hey, thanks for the exercise.
[E] I hope that losing this [A] race was not too shocking.
You see, my dad says heaven ain't no place to [D] run, and I try to be an obedient [E] son.
So I come down to earth to [A] do my job.
_ Well, that's the story, take it or [D] leave it.
My trucker buddies, they believe [E] it.
So do them racecar nuts and [A] Harley Hawkins.
_ Now I'm still driving much the [D] same, except I don't call nobody names.
[E] And I tip my hat each time I pass one of them [A] good old joggers.
And I say, hey, good buddy, can I get [D] you something?
What about a little Gatorade?
[E] Yeah, oh, that's all right, I got plenty [A] of time. _ _ _ _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [E] _ _ _
_ _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _
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