Chords for I'm A Truck~Red Simpson.wmv
Tempo:
109.45 bpm
Chords used:
A
E
F#m
D
B
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] Hello, I'm a truck.
[F#] [A]
You've heard songs about truck drivers [F#m] many times, the stories told.
[B] How they pulled out a pitch bird [E] for six days on the road,
[A] Bounced the Feather River Canyon [F#m] and climbed the old grapevine.
[B] That old roadhouse down in Texas [E] and the girls they've left behind.
[A] You've heard their tales of daring, [F#m] and I think that's just fine.
[D] But if you can [A] spare a minute, [E] well I've a lot to [A] tell you mine.
[D] There'd be no truck drivers [A] if it wasn't for us trucks.
[C#m] No [E] double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coffee drinking nuts.
[D] They'd drive their way for him, [A] and they'd have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers [D] if it wasn't [A] for us trucks.
[F#m]
Well there he sits in that clay, drinking coffee and telling lies.
Probably telling them how he topped that hill ten miles back.
He ought to tell them how he missed gear in that Volkswagen bus full of hippies,
Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks.
Or how he took that curve over on 66,
And bent me hanging on the shoulder with a bolt wound up in the ditch.
[A] If we're on time he takes the credit, [F#m] if we're late I get the blame.
[B] Up those [F#m] hills with shutters open, [E] my stacks are running flame.
[A] My tackle running red like sucking diesel [F#m] from the tanks.
[B] I'll take him south and bring him back [E] without a word of thanks.
[A] So now you've heard my story, [F#m] and I guess it's my tough luck.
[D] There'd be no [A] truck drivers if [E] it wasn't for [A] us trucks.
[D] There'd be no truck drivers if [A] it wasn't for us trucks.
[E] No double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coffee drinking nuts.
[D] They drive their way to glory, [A] and they have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers if [D] it wasn't [E] for [A] us trucks.
[F#m] Look at him sipping coffee and flirting with that waitress.
And where do you think he left me?
That's right, next to a cattle truck.
Why couldn't he have put me next to that little pink mac sitting over there?
Gosh, he's got pretty mud clapped.
Talk about stacked, they're both prone.
Well, he'll be coming out in a minute, and he'll get that bar, and he'll go around and beat on the tires.
You know, the two pints of diesel?
I'd have a flat on the inside duel.
Ha, that'd fix him.
I never did like the way he drives anyhow.
Thanks is God's gift to waitresses.
He never gives them a tip.
Well, I know what he's going to do now.
He's going to take out that tape cartridge I plucked on and play it again.
I don't know why you don't get a Merle Haggard tape.
[F#] [A]
You've heard songs about truck drivers [F#m] many times, the stories told.
[B] How they pulled out a pitch bird [E] for six days on the road,
[A] Bounced the Feather River Canyon [F#m] and climbed the old grapevine.
[B] That old roadhouse down in Texas [E] and the girls they've left behind.
[A] You've heard their tales of daring, [F#m] and I think that's just fine.
[D] But if you can [A] spare a minute, [E] well I've a lot to [A] tell you mine.
[D] There'd be no truck drivers [A] if it wasn't for us trucks.
[C#m] No [E] double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coffee drinking nuts.
[D] They'd drive their way for him, [A] and they'd have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers [D] if it wasn't [A] for us trucks.
[F#m]
Well there he sits in that clay, drinking coffee and telling lies.
Probably telling them how he topped that hill ten miles back.
He ought to tell them how he missed gear in that Volkswagen bus full of hippies,
Passed us like I was sitting up on jacks.
Or how he took that curve over on 66,
And bent me hanging on the shoulder with a bolt wound up in the ditch.
[A] If we're on time he takes the credit, [F#m] if we're late I get the blame.
[B] Up those [F#m] hills with shutters open, [E] my stacks are running flame.
[A] My tackle running red like sucking diesel [F#m] from the tanks.
[B] I'll take him south and bring him back [E] without a word of thanks.
[A] So now you've heard my story, [F#m] and I guess it's my tough luck.
[D] There'd be no [A] truck drivers if [E] it wasn't for [A] us trucks.
[D] There'd be no truck drivers if [A] it wasn't for us trucks.
[E] No double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coffee drinking nuts.
[D] They drive their way to glory, [A] and they have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers if [D] it wasn't [E] for [A] us trucks.
[F#m] Look at him sipping coffee and flirting with that waitress.
And where do you think he left me?
That's right, next to a cattle truck.
Why couldn't he have put me next to that little pink mac sitting over there?
Gosh, he's got pretty mud clapped.
Talk about stacked, they're both prone.
Well, he'll be coming out in a minute, and he'll get that bar, and he'll go around and beat on the tires.
You know, the two pints of diesel?
I'd have a flat on the inside duel.
Ha, that'd fix him.
I never did like the way he drives anyhow.
Thanks is God's gift to waitresses.
He never gives them a tip.
Well, I know what he's going to do now.
He's going to take out that tape cartridge I plucked on and play it again.
I don't know why you don't get a Merle Haggard tape.
Key:
A
E
F#m
D
B
A
E
F#m
[E] _ _ _ _ Hello, I'm a truck.
[F#] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You've heard songs about truck drivers [F#m] many times, the stories told.
[B] How they pulled out a pitch bird [E] for six days on the road,
[A] Bounced the Feather River Canyon [F#m] and climbed the old grapevine.
[B] That old roadhouse down in Texas [E] and the girls they've left behind.
[A] You've heard their tales of daring, [F#m] and I think that's just fine.
[D] But if you can [A] spare a minute, [E] well I've a lot to [A] tell you mine.
_ [D] There'd be no truck drivers [A] if it wasn't for us trucks.
[C#m] No [E] double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coffee drinking nuts.
[D] They'd drive their way for him, [A] and they'd have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers [D] if it wasn't [A] for us trucks.
_ _ [F#m] _ _
Well there he sits in that clay, drinking coffee and telling lies.
_ Probably telling them how he topped that hill ten miles back.
_ _ He ought to tell them how he missed gear in that Volkswagen bus full of hippies,
Passed us like I was sitting up on _ jacks.
Or how he took that curve over on 66, _
And bent me hanging on the shoulder with a bolt wound up in the ditch. _
_ [A] _ _ If we're on time he takes the credit, [F#m] if we're late I get the blame.
[B] Up those [F#m] hills with shutters open, [E] my stacks are running flame.
[A] My tackle running red like sucking diesel [F#m] from the tanks.
[B] I'll take him south and bring him back [E] without a word of thanks.
[A] So now you've heard my story, [F#m] and I guess it's my tough luck.
[D] There'd be no [A] truck drivers if [E] it wasn't for [A] us trucks.
_ _ [D] There'd be no truck drivers if [A] it wasn't for us trucks.
[E] No double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coffee drinking nuts.
[D] They drive their way to glory, [A] and they have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers if [D] it wasn't [E] for [A] us trucks. _ _
[F#m] _ _ Look at him sipping coffee and flirting with that waitress.
_ And where do you think he left me?
That's right, next to a cattle truck.
_ Why couldn't he have put me next to that little pink mac sitting over there?
_ Gosh, he's got pretty mud clapped.
_ Talk about stacked, they're both prone.
_ _ Well, he'll be coming out in a minute, and he'll get that bar, and he'll go around and beat on the tires.
You know, the two pints of diesel? _
I'd have a flat on the inside duel.
Ha, that'd fix him.
I never did like the way he drives anyhow. _ _
Thanks is God's gift to waitresses.
_ He never gives them a tip.
Well, I know what he's going to do now.
He's going to take out that tape cartridge I plucked on and play it again.
I don't know why you don't get a Merle Haggard tape. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
[F#] _ [A] _ _ _ _ _ _ _
You've heard songs about truck drivers [F#m] many times, the stories told.
[B] How they pulled out a pitch bird [E] for six days on the road,
[A] Bounced the Feather River Canyon [F#m] and climbed the old grapevine.
[B] That old roadhouse down in Texas [E] and the girls they've left behind.
[A] You've heard their tales of daring, [F#m] and I think that's just fine.
[D] But if you can [A] spare a minute, [E] well I've a lot to [A] tell you mine.
_ [D] There'd be no truck drivers [A] if it wasn't for us trucks.
[C#m] No [E] double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coffee drinking nuts.
[D] They'd drive their way for him, [A] and they'd have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers [D] if it wasn't [A] for us trucks.
_ _ [F#m] _ _
Well there he sits in that clay, drinking coffee and telling lies.
_ Probably telling them how he topped that hill ten miles back.
_ _ He ought to tell them how he missed gear in that Volkswagen bus full of hippies,
Passed us like I was sitting up on _ jacks.
Or how he took that curve over on 66, _
And bent me hanging on the shoulder with a bolt wound up in the ditch. _
_ [A] _ _ If we're on time he takes the credit, [F#m] if we're late I get the blame.
[B] Up those [F#m] hills with shutters open, [E] my stacks are running flame.
[A] My tackle running red like sucking diesel [F#m] from the tanks.
[B] I'll take him south and bring him back [E] without a word of thanks.
[A] So now you've heard my story, [F#m] and I guess it's my tough luck.
[D] There'd be no [A] truck drivers if [E] it wasn't for [A] us trucks.
_ _ [D] There'd be no truck drivers if [A] it wasn't for us trucks.
[E] No double clutching, gear [A] jamming, coffee drinking nuts.
[D] They drive their way to glory, [A] and they have all the luck.
There'd be no truck drivers if [D] it wasn't [E] for [A] us trucks. _ _
[F#m] _ _ Look at him sipping coffee and flirting with that waitress.
_ And where do you think he left me?
That's right, next to a cattle truck.
_ Why couldn't he have put me next to that little pink mac sitting over there?
_ Gosh, he's got pretty mud clapped.
_ Talk about stacked, they're both prone.
_ _ Well, he'll be coming out in a minute, and he'll get that bar, and he'll go around and beat on the tires.
You know, the two pints of diesel? _
I'd have a flat on the inside duel.
Ha, that'd fix him.
I never did like the way he drives anyhow. _ _
Thanks is God's gift to waitresses.
_ He never gives them a tip.
Well, I know what he's going to do now.
He's going to take out that tape cartridge I plucked on and play it again.
I don't know why you don't get a Merle Haggard tape. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _