King of the Road Chords by The Rattling Kind

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[Bb] When you're hearing down the [F] road, a ninety mile an hour [C] on the bike of a [Dm] silky racer,
[Bb] with the wind in your hair [F] and the reins in your hands and the [C] horses in [Bb] your _ _ _ favour,
_ [Dm] you're king of the road. _ _
_ _ _ _ Crack of dawn on a Sunday morning, the [C] convoy's in full [D] flow,
the jerogeats, cars and vans and the horsebox [Dm] on the tow,
heading [D] out to the edge of town, there's a big race going [Dm] down,
first nose to pass the two mile mark is crowned the king of the road.
_ Remember Chip Falcon and me in the inn, [F] in the class same, we like rice,
when the chip took the gold and the money got rolled, [F] well it wasn't the [Dm] Indian's day,
but the Indian has the lot, so when he was bred by the big gang choice,
Marty Sawyer the foes with the way to go, [F] taking home now [Dm] many a race. _
[Bb] When you're hearing down the [F] road, a ninety mile an [C] hour on the bike of a [Dm] silky racer,
[Bb] the wind in your [F] hair and the reins in your [C] hands and the horse [Bb] in your _ _ favour,
_ [Dm] you're king of the road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ [D] Now there ain't no [A] flies on the big noise [F] if they're not [Dm] paying rent,
when the big noise ran, well ain't the [F] man on the record, [Dm] he did break,
three fifty seven on the kill, [F] all the [Dm] tumors stretched,
never beat us or lose [F] a couple, never [Dm] pay your bets,
and [Bb] when you're hearing down the [F] road, a ninety mile an [C] hour on the bike of a [Dm] silky racer,
[Bb] with the wind in your [F] hair and the reins in your [C] hands and the horse in [Bb] your favour,
_ _ _ _ [Dm] you're king of the road.
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Fourteen spins and fourteen [Dm] wins from the streamlined Sapphire man,
[D] with a record broke on the rings and [F] roll, one morning in the [Dm] 30 year,
now Thomas Gleck has left his [F] mark with a fine bright [Dm] coloured pub,
[D] of the low paid big noise Sapphire crew, [F] all part of the [Dm] Indian's mob.
[Bb] And when you're hearing down the road, a ninety mile [C] an hour on the bike of a silky [Dm] racer,
with the wind in [F] your hair and the reins in [C] your hands and the horse in your [Bb] favour,
_ _ _ _ [Dm] you're king of the road.
_ _ _ _ _ _ And when you're hearing down the [F] road, a ninety mile an [C] hour on the bike of a [Dm] silky racer,
[Bb] with the wind in your [F] hair and the reins in your [C] hands and the horse in [Bb] your favour, _ _ _
_ _ [Dm] you're king of the road. _ _ _
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