Chords for Convoy by C.W. McCall
Tempo:
111.7 bpm
Chords used:
Bb
Eb
C
Ab
F
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
Yeah, breaker [Cm] one nine this here's a rubber duck.
You got a copy [F] on me, Big Ben?
Come on.
Boy, yeah, [Cm] ten four, Big Ben, for [C] sure, for sure.
By golly, it's clean clear to Flag Town.
Come on.
Yeah, it's a big ten four there, Big Ben.
Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy.
Mercy, sake's alive.
Looks like we got us a convoy.
[F]
[G] [C]
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June and a Kenworth pulling logs.
Cab over Pete with a reefer on and a Jimmy hauling hogs.
We is heading for bear on I-1-0 about a mile out of shaky [Bb] town.
This [C] is Big Ben, this here's a rubber duck, and I'm about to put the hammer down.
Yes, we [Eb] are a little old convoy, [Bb] fucking [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we [Eb] are a little old convoy, [Bb] ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on, join [Eb] the convoy.
[Bb] Hey, Brex, wanna get [Eb] in our way?
You [Ab] don't [Eb] know this fucking [Bb] convoy, Corsky [G]
Westway [C] Convoy.
Break your pig, Ben, this here's a duck.
Now, you wanna back off them hogs?
Ten four, about five miles or so.
Ten roger them hogs, it's getting intense up here.
By the time we got into Tulsa [F] town, we had [C] 85 trucks in all, but they's a roadblock up
on the clover leaf and them bears was wall to wall.
Yeah, them smokies as thick as bugs on a [Bb] bumper.
They even had a bear in the air.
[C] I says, calling all trucks, this here's the duck.
We about to go hunting bear.
[Ab] Cause we got [Eb] a great big [Bb] convoy, fucking [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we got [Eb] a great big [Bb] convoy, ain't she [G] a beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] join our [Bb] convoy.
Ain't nobody [Eb] getting over.
[Ab] We don't know [Eb] this fucking [Bb] convoy, [G] Corsky [C] Westway Convoy.
Hey, you wanna give me a ten nine?
Nick, a tory, Big Ben, you're still too close.
Yeah, them hogs is starting to close up my sinus.
Mercy's sake, you better back off another ten.
Well, we rolled up interstate 44 [Bb] like a rocket sled on rails.
[F] We tore up all of our swindle [C] sheets and left them sitting on the scales.
By the time we hit that shy [Bb] town, them bears was getting smart.
[F] They'd brought up some reinforcements [C] from the Illinois National Guard.
[F] There's armored cars and tanks and [Eb] jeeps and rigs of every size.
[Bb] Yeah, them chicken coops was full of [F] bears and choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line we went for [Eb] broke with a thousand screaming trucks
[Bb] and eleven long-haired friends of [F] Jesus in a chartreuse microbus.
[C] Yeah, rubber duck to a soft buster.
Come on there, you have ten four soft buster.
Listen, you wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide [G] jockey?
Yeah, [C] he's holding dynamite.
He needs all the help he can get.
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey [Bb] Shore and prepared to cross the line.
[F] I could see the bridge was lined with [C] bears, but it didn't have a doggone dime.
I says, Pigpen, this here's a rubber [Bb] duck.
We just ain't gonna pay no toll.
[F] So we crashed the gate doing 98.
[C] I says, let them truckers roll.
Ten [Ab] four.
Rosalie, our [Eb] mighty God.
[Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bb] Ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on and [Eb] join our convoy.
[Bb] We're gonna get [Eb] in our way.
[Ab] We're gonna roll this truck [Eb] and convoy.
[Bb] I'll see you [G] in a second.
I'll [C] see you in a second.
Omaha, Mali, Oklahoma.
For sure.
Well, mercy.
You got a copy [F] on me, Big Ben?
Come on.
Boy, yeah, [Cm] ten four, Big Ben, for [C] sure, for sure.
By golly, it's clean clear to Flag Town.
Come on.
Yeah, it's a big ten four there, Big Ben.
Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy.
Mercy, sake's alive.
Looks like we got us a convoy.
[F]
[G] [C]
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June and a Kenworth pulling logs.
Cab over Pete with a reefer on and a Jimmy hauling hogs.
We is heading for bear on I-1-0 about a mile out of shaky [Bb] town.
This [C] is Big Ben, this here's a rubber duck, and I'm about to put the hammer down.
Yes, we [Eb] are a little old convoy, [Bb] fucking [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we [Eb] are a little old convoy, [Bb] ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on, join [Eb] the convoy.
[Bb] Hey, Brex, wanna get [Eb] in our way?
You [Ab] don't [Eb] know this fucking [Bb] convoy, Corsky [G]
Westway [C] Convoy.
Break your pig, Ben, this here's a duck.
Now, you wanna back off them hogs?
Ten four, about five miles or so.
Ten roger them hogs, it's getting intense up here.
By the time we got into Tulsa [F] town, we had [C] 85 trucks in all, but they's a roadblock up
on the clover leaf and them bears was wall to wall.
Yeah, them smokies as thick as bugs on a [Bb] bumper.
They even had a bear in the air.
[C] I says, calling all trucks, this here's the duck.
We about to go hunting bear.
[Ab] Cause we got [Eb] a great big [Bb] convoy, fucking [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we got [Eb] a great big [Bb] convoy, ain't she [G] a beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] join our [Bb] convoy.
Ain't nobody [Eb] getting over.
[Ab] We don't know [Eb] this fucking [Bb] convoy, [G] Corsky [C] Westway Convoy.
Hey, you wanna give me a ten nine?
Nick, a tory, Big Ben, you're still too close.
Yeah, them hogs is starting to close up my sinus.
Mercy's sake, you better back off another ten.
Well, we rolled up interstate 44 [Bb] like a rocket sled on rails.
[F] We tore up all of our swindle [C] sheets and left them sitting on the scales.
By the time we hit that shy [Bb] town, them bears was getting smart.
[F] They'd brought up some reinforcements [C] from the Illinois National Guard.
[F] There's armored cars and tanks and [Eb] jeeps and rigs of every size.
[Bb] Yeah, them chicken coops was full of [F] bears and choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line we went for [Eb] broke with a thousand screaming trucks
[Bb] and eleven long-haired friends of [F] Jesus in a chartreuse microbus.
[C] Yeah, rubber duck to a soft buster.
Come on there, you have ten four soft buster.
Listen, you wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide [G] jockey?
Yeah, [C] he's holding dynamite.
He needs all the help he can get.
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey [Bb] Shore and prepared to cross the line.
[F] I could see the bridge was lined with [C] bears, but it didn't have a doggone dime.
I says, Pigpen, this here's a rubber [Bb] duck.
We just ain't gonna pay no toll.
[F] So we crashed the gate doing 98.
[C] I says, let them truckers roll.
Ten [Ab] four.
Rosalie, our [Eb] mighty God.
[Bb] [Eb]
[Ab] [Eb] [Bb] Ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on and [Eb] join our convoy.
[Bb] We're gonna get [Eb] in our way.
[Ab] We're gonna roll this truck [Eb] and convoy.
[Bb] I'll see you [G] in a second.
I'll [C] see you in a second.
Omaha, Mali, Oklahoma.
For sure.
Well, mercy.
Key:
Bb
Eb
C
Ab
F
Bb
Eb
C
_ _ _ _ _ Yeah, breaker [Cm] one nine this here's a rubber duck.
You got a copy [F] on me, Big Ben?
Come on.
_ _ Boy, yeah, [Cm] ten four, Big Ben, for [C] sure, for sure.
By golly, it's clean clear to Flag Town.
Come on.
Yeah, it's a big ten four there, Big Ben.
Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy.
Mercy, sake's alive.
Looks like we got us a convoy.
[F] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June and a Kenworth pulling logs.
Cab over Pete with a reefer on and a Jimmy hauling hogs.
We is heading for bear on I-1-0 about a mile out of shaky [Bb] town.
This [C] is Big Ben, this here's a rubber duck, and I'm about to put the hammer down.
Yes, we [Eb] are a little old convoy, [Bb] fucking [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we [Eb] are a little old convoy, [Bb] ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on, join [Eb] the convoy.
[Bb] Hey, Brex, wanna get [Eb] in our way?
You [Ab] don't [Eb] know this fucking [Bb] convoy, Corsky [G]
Westway [C] _ Convoy.
Break your pig, Ben, this here's a duck.
Now, you wanna back off them hogs?
Ten four, about five miles or so.
Ten roger them hogs, it's getting intense up here. _ _ _
By the time we got into Tulsa [F] town, we had [C] 85 trucks in all, but they's a roadblock up
on the clover leaf and them bears was wall to wall.
Yeah, them smokies as thick as bugs on a [Bb] bumper.
They even had a bear in the air.
[C] I says, calling all trucks, this here's the duck.
We about to go hunting bear.
[Ab] Cause we got [Eb] a great big [Bb] convoy, fucking [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we got [Eb] a great big [Bb] convoy, ain't she [G] a beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] join our [Bb] convoy.
Ain't nobody [Eb] getting over.
[Ab] We don't know [Eb] this fucking [Bb] convoy, [G] Corsky [C] Westway Convoy.
Hey, you wanna give me a ten _ nine?
Nick, a tory, Big Ben, you're still too close.
Yeah, them hogs is starting to close up my sinus.
Mercy's sake, you better back off another ten.
Well, we rolled up interstate 44 [Bb] like a rocket sled on rails.
[F] We tore up all of our swindle [C] sheets and left them sitting on the scales.
By the time we hit that shy [Bb] town, them bears was getting smart.
[F] They'd brought up some reinforcements [C] from the Illinois National Guard.
[F] There's armored cars and tanks and [Eb] jeeps and rigs of every size.
[Bb] Yeah, them chicken coops was full of [F] bears and choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line we went for [Eb] broke with a thousand screaming trucks
[Bb] and eleven long-haired friends of [F] Jesus in a chartreuse microbus.
[C] _ Yeah, rubber duck to a soft buster.
Come on there, you have ten four soft buster.
Listen, you wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide [G] jockey?
Yeah, [C] he's holding dynamite.
He needs all the help he can get. _
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey [Bb] Shore and prepared to cross the line.
[F] I could see the bridge was lined with [C] bears, but it didn't have a doggone dime.
I says, Pigpen, this here's a rubber [Bb] duck.
We just ain't gonna pay no toll.
[F] So we crashed the gate doing 98.
[C] I says, let them truckers roll.
Ten [Ab] four.
Rosalie, our [Eb] mighty God.
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] Ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on and [Eb] join our convoy.
[Bb] We're gonna get [Eb] in our way.
[Ab] We're gonna roll this truck [Eb] and convoy.
[Bb] I'll see you [G] in a second.
I'll [C] see you in a second. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Omaha, Mali, Oklahoma.
_ For sure.
Well, mercy. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You got a copy [F] on me, Big Ben?
Come on.
_ _ Boy, yeah, [Cm] ten four, Big Ben, for [C] sure, for sure.
By golly, it's clean clear to Flag Town.
Come on.
Yeah, it's a big ten four there, Big Ben.
Yeah, we definitely got the front door, good buddy.
Mercy, sake's alive.
Looks like we got us a convoy.
[F] _
_ [G] _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June and a Kenworth pulling logs.
Cab over Pete with a reefer on and a Jimmy hauling hogs.
We is heading for bear on I-1-0 about a mile out of shaky [Bb] town.
This [C] is Big Ben, this here's a rubber duck, and I'm about to put the hammer down.
Yes, we [Eb] are a little old convoy, [Bb] fucking [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we [Eb] are a little old convoy, [Bb] ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on, join [Eb] the convoy.
[Bb] Hey, Brex, wanna get [Eb] in our way?
You [Ab] don't [Eb] know this fucking [Bb] convoy, Corsky [G]
Westway [C] _ Convoy.
Break your pig, Ben, this here's a duck.
Now, you wanna back off them hogs?
Ten four, about five miles or so.
Ten roger them hogs, it's getting intense up here. _ _ _
By the time we got into Tulsa [F] town, we had [C] 85 trucks in all, but they's a roadblock up
on the clover leaf and them bears was wall to wall.
Yeah, them smokies as thick as bugs on a [Bb] bumper.
They even had a bear in the air.
[C] I says, calling all trucks, this here's the duck.
We about to go hunting bear.
[Ab] Cause we got [Eb] a great big [Bb] convoy, fucking [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we got [Eb] a great big [Bb] convoy, ain't she [G] a beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] join our [Bb] convoy.
Ain't nobody [Eb] getting over.
[Ab] We don't know [Eb] this fucking [Bb] convoy, [G] Corsky [C] Westway Convoy.
Hey, you wanna give me a ten _ nine?
Nick, a tory, Big Ben, you're still too close.
Yeah, them hogs is starting to close up my sinus.
Mercy's sake, you better back off another ten.
Well, we rolled up interstate 44 [Bb] like a rocket sled on rails.
[F] We tore up all of our swindle [C] sheets and left them sitting on the scales.
By the time we hit that shy [Bb] town, them bears was getting smart.
[F] They'd brought up some reinforcements [C] from the Illinois National Guard.
[F] There's armored cars and tanks and [Eb] jeeps and rigs of every size.
[Bb] Yeah, them chicken coops was full of [F] bears and choppers filled the skies.
Well, we shot the line we went for [Eb] broke with a thousand screaming trucks
[Bb] and eleven long-haired friends of [F] Jesus in a chartreuse microbus.
[C] _ Yeah, rubber duck to a soft buster.
Come on there, you have ten four soft buster.
Listen, you wanna put that microbus in behind that suicide [G] jockey?
Yeah, [C] he's holding dynamite.
He needs all the help he can get. _
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey [Bb] Shore and prepared to cross the line.
[F] I could see the bridge was lined with [C] bears, but it didn't have a doggone dime.
I says, Pigpen, this here's a rubber [Bb] duck.
We just ain't gonna pay no toll.
[F] So we crashed the gate doing 98.
[C] I says, let them truckers roll.
Ten [Ab] four.
Rosalie, our [Eb] mighty God.
[Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ [Ab] _ _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] Ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on and [Eb] join our convoy.
[Bb] We're gonna get [Eb] in our way.
[Ab] We're gonna roll this truck [Eb] and convoy.
[Bb] I'll see you [G] in a second.
I'll [C] see you in a second. _ _ _ _ _ _
_ Omaha, Mali, Oklahoma.
_ For sure.
Well, mercy. _ _ _ _ _ _
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