Chords for C.W McCall - Convoy Lyrics (New Version)

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_ Ah, Breaker One-Nine, this here's the Rubber [Fm] Duck.
You gotta cop me on me love machine.
Ah, 10-4, [C] Big Ten.
For sure, for sure.
By golly, it's [Cm] clean, clear to Taco Town.
_ _ Yeah, we definitely got us a front door, good buddy.
Mercy [F] sakes alive, [C] looks like we got us a convoy. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Arizona, noon on the 7th of June, and they hive all over the pass.
Bulldog Mac with a can-off back and a Jaguar hauling ass.
He's 10 on the floor, stroking boars, seat covers starting to gain.
Now, Beaver, you a trucking with a rubber duck, and I'm about to [Eb] pull a plug on your drink.
[Gm] [Ab] We got a little [Eb] more _
[Bb] talking to [Eb] do tonight.
[Ab] Yeah, we got a little [Eb] more [Gm] convoy.
Ain't she a beautiful [G] sight?
[Ab] Come on and join [Eb] our convoy.
[Bb] Ain't got [Eb] nothing getting our way.
We [Ab] got a roll display [Eb] in front of us.
[Bb] For us, the U [G].S.A.
[C] Time for a break of _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ day.
New [G] Mexico on I-40 like a Texas lizard [Bb] on [C] glass.
One thousand pedal with mesh and metal and bears with a walk in the [F] grass.
[Cm] We trucked all day and we trucked all night, Big Penny improving [Bb] our style.
You could tell [C] by the smell [F] we was heading for hell, [C] and the devil was dirty live.
[Bb] [Ab] Cause we got a great [Eb] big [Bb] convoy, trucking through [Eb] the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we got a great [Eb] big [Bb] convoy.
Ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on and join [Eb] our convoy.
[Bb] Ain't got nothing getting [Eb] our way.
We [Ab] got a roll display [Eb] in front of [Bb] us.
For us, the U [G].S.A.
[C] Time for a break _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ of day.
Now, I was a creep.
He attacked you [Bb] cheap, but he had me badged with a gun.
[F] He hated the duck and he hated his [C] truck, and he loved to bust Puckard for fun.
So he followed the line and he bided his [Bb] time, and he watched for his chance to strike.
[F] Then he picked on a trucker, yeah, a wire-yellow [C] sucker, yeah, the trucker would call it spider-mind.
[F] But the great rubber duck started running out of luck [Eb] when he crossed that final bridge.
[Bb] There, chopper on the rigs full of guns and [F] pigs, they balled the wall on the ridge.
He showed no fear as he grabbed his [Eb] gear and he stuck it spread and he loaded.
[Bb] Then guns went boom and his ass went [F] zoom and the Mack took a terminal blow.
_ [Cm] _ Oh, how about you, Big Nasty?
Come on there and say a little, Big Nasty.
We sure are glad you're no longer _
[F] kick-ass, don't you know?
[C] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ Well, that big black Mack stopped dead in their [Bb] tracks when the greener blew high in the air.
[F] There was pieces of truck and some pieces of duck, [C] junk and debris everywhere.
Then the rig took a drink and commenced to [Bb] sink and there was no duck no more.
[F] But that evil smile from dirty old [C] Louse showed south from the North [G] Texas shore.
[Ab] We are [Eb] riding [Bb] hardcore, rockin' [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we are [Eb] riding [Bb] hardcore, ain't she a [G] beautiful sight.
[Ab] _ [Eb] Yeah, [Bb] hardcore, ain't nothing gonna [Eb] get in our way.
[Ab] We're gonna roll this [Eb] night, [Bb] hardcore, cause [G] we will stay
[C] _ _ Hardcore, _ _ _ _ _ _ hardcore, _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ hardcore. _ _ _
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