Chords for C.W. McCall - Convoy

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Breaker 1-9, this here's a rumour, dep.
[Ab] You got a copy on me, love machine?
A ten-four, [C] big ten.
For sure, for sure.
By golly, it's clean, clear to taco town. _ _
[Fm] Yeah, we definitely got us a [Cm] front door, good buddy.
Mercy [F] sakes [C] alive, looks like we got us a convoy. _
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_ Arizona, June 7th to June, and they highballed over the pass.
_ Bulldog Mac with a ten on the back and a jaguar hauling ass.
He's ten on the floor, stroking boars, seat covers starting to gain.
Now, beaver, you a trucking with a rubber duck, and I'm about to pull [Bb] a plug on your curry.
[Ab] I'll say [Eb] I'm a little old cock, [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
_ _ [Ab] _ [Eb] _ _ [Bb] ain't shit [G] to get lost back.
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] ride our cock, [Bb] _ _ [Eb] _
[Ab] we're gonna mow this [Eb] fuck _ [Bb] across [G] the USA.
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[G] New Mexico, an I-4 [Gm]-0 like a Texas wizard on glass.
[C] One thousand [F] pedals was mashing the [Cm] metal and bears was a-walking the grass.
We [G] trumped all day and we trumped all [C] night, big penny [Bb] improving our style.
[C] We could tell by the [F] smell he was heading for [C] hell and the devil was dirty live.
[Ab] Rusty nine, [Eb] big six, not a [Bb] bug, but he's [Eb] pretty tonight.
[Ab] Yeah, we got a [Eb] big six, cock, [Bb] he's shooting [G] big for sight.
[Ab] Come on, [Eb] ride our cock, [Bb] he's nothing but a [Eb] gun in our way.
[Ab] Gone home is [Eb] something he's not, [Bb] what lost me [G] last [C] day.
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_ Lyle was a creep, he attacked you in the [Bb] seat, but he had to be bad to the gun.
[F] He hated the duck and he hated his [C] truck, and he loved to bust Tucker to her front.
So he followed the line and he bided his [Bb] time, he watched for his chance, he strived.
[F] Then he picked on her trucker, yeah, a wiry old sucker, [C] yeah, the trucker would call a spider mine.
[F] That great rubber duck sort of run out of luck [Eb] when he crossed that final bridge.
[Bb] _ _ _ _ [F] _ _ _
He showed no fear as he grabbed his [Eb] gear and stuck it right in Daddy Lowe's.
[Bb] That gun went through and his ass went zoom, [F] and he lapped into terminal bow.
[C] _ Oh, how about you, big nasty, come on there, say a lesson, big nasty, you ain't a yard wet.
You're the one [F] who's a [C] kick-ass, don't you know?
Oh, ten-four, I know you can't see, but you guys won't see me.
Well, that big black mack stopped dead in their tracks [Gm] when the trailer 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 sing, [Bb] and there was no duck no more,
but [F] that evil smile and dirty, old laugh [C] shot south of the north Texas [E] shore.
[Ab] We got a [Eb] tiny, tiny boy, [Bb] I think he's [Eb] been abandoned.
[Ab] He's got a [Eb] tiny, tiny, [Bb] tiny little [G] son, he's [Ab] a little boy, oh, don't you [Eb] know,
he's got a boy, [Bb] he's got a boy, oh, don't you [Eb] know, he's [Ab] got a boy, _ [Eb] _ [Bb] the boy's a human.
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[C] I'm so glad to see you. _ _ _ _
_ I'm so glad to see you. _ _ _
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Now I know what's killing me. _ _ _ _
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