Chords for Convoy

_ _ _ _ [Fm] Yeah, breaker [Cm] one nine, this here's a rubber duck.
You got a [F] copy on me, Big Ben?
Come on. _
_ Yeah, ten [Cm] four, Big Ben, for sure, for [C] 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 sakes alive, looks like we got us a convoy. _
_ _ _ _ _ _ It was the dark of the moon on the sixth of June and the Kenworth [Bb] pulling logs.
[C] Cab over Pete [Am] with a reefer on [Cm] and a Jimmy hauling [C] hogs.
We is heading for bear on I-1-0 about a mile out of Shaky Town.
Now says Big Ben, this here's a rubber duck and I'm about to put the hammer down.
[Ab] Cause we are [Eb] little [Bb] convoy, walking [Eb] through the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we are [Eb] little [Bb] convoy, ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] join our [Bb] convoy, ain't nothing gonna [Eb] get in our way.
We [Ab] gonna roll this [Eb] fucking [Bb] convoy, for us to [G] stay _
[C] _ convoy.
Yeah, breaker Big Ben, this here's a duck.
Now you want to 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 85 [C] trucks in all.
But there's a roadblock up on the clover [C] leaf and them bears was wall to wall.
Yeah, them smokies as thick as bugs on a [Bb] bumper.
[C] They even had a bear in the air.
I says, calling all trucks, this here's the duck.
We about to go a hunting bear.
[Ab] Cause we [Eb] got a great big [Bb] convoy, walking [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 nothing gonna [Eb] get in our way.
[Ab] We gonna roll [Eb] this fucking [Bb] convoy, for us [G] to stay _
[C] _ convoy.
You want to give me a ten nine on that big _ convoy?
Negatory Big Ben, you're still too close.
See how them hogs are starting to close up my sinuses.
Mercy thinks 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 town, [Bb] them bears was getting smart.
[F] They 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 bears [F] 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 just sawed Buster.
Come on there, yeah, ten four, sawed Buster.
Listen, you want to put that microbus in behind that suicide [G] jockey?
Yeah, he's [C] hauling dynamite.
He needs all the help he can get. _
Well, we laid a strip for the Jersey [Bb] Shore, 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 duck.
[Bb] We just ain't gonna pay no toll.
[F] So we crashed the gate doing ninety-eight.
[C] I says, let them truckers roll, ten four.
[Ab] Cause we got a [Eb] mighty con [Bb] lord, rocking through [Eb] the night.
[Ab] Yeah, we got a [Eb] mighty con [Bb] lord, ain't she a [G] beautiful sight?
[Ab] Come on and join [Eb] our con lord, [Bb] ain't nothing gonna get in [Eb] our way.
We're [Ab] gonna roll this [Eb] trucking con lord, [Bb] cause he [G] loves everyone.
[C] _ _ Ten four, Pigpen, what's your twenty?
Omaha.
Well, they ought to know what's up out there for sure.
Well, mercy sakes, good buddy, we're gonna back on out here. _ _ _ _
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