Eagle Chords by Dave Dudley

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_ _ If a load was illegal, _ [F] they'd call on the eagle, _ [C] that trucker'd been cheating [G] for years.
_ _ [A] He [C] lived on back highways [F] and unpatrolled byways, [C] with all [G] his conscience [C] to hear. _
_ _ He made his first run at [F] age 21, _ [C] with a load of bootleg [G] alcohol. _ _
_ Well [C] his time is near done, cause [F] he's planned his last run, [C] with the biggest [G] payload of [C] them all. _
_ _ [F] He's an old gear jammer, [C] putting down his last hammer, [F] headed straight for that slammer, [C] or a hole in [G] the ground.
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[F] If Smokey should miss him, [C] or an angel [G] don't kiss him, [C] then the devil might get him, [G] cause he is [C] hell bound. _
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_ _ He went into hijacking [F] with his drift wheel of back end, to [C] hook into some booze was [G] a breeze.
_ _ [C] With his hot cargo rolling, [F] though silence is golden, _ _ [C] somebody [G] had called the [C] police. _
_ In a bar in _ Juarez, [F] a gal named Donna was [C] waiting for Eagle [G] that night. _
_ _ [C] But how could she know in the [F] dawn's early glow, [C] that the eagle [G]
was on his [C] last flight? _
_ [Am] _ [F] He's an old gear _ jammer, [C] putting down his last hammer, headed [F] straight for the slammer, [C] or a hole in [G] the ground.
_ _ [D] If [F] Smokey should miss him, [C] or an angel don't kiss him, then the devil might get him, [G] cause he is [C] hell bound.
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_ _ As he drove through the night, _ _ [F] payday was in sight, [C] two hours and his trip would [G] be done. _
_ _ [C] It was his last load over [F] _ Smuggler's Road, _ _ [C] he'd soon see [G] his Mexican [C] son. _
_ _ Well he knew they were there, when [F] red lights lit the air, _ [C] old Eagle had entered [G] their trap. _
_ _ [C] On that crooked road, _ [F] with his crooked load, _ [C] he knew there [G] was no [C] turning back. _
_ _ [D] _ [F] So this old gear jammer [C] slammed down his last hammer, [F] to hell with that slammer, it's [C] a hole [G] in the ground.
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[F] Lord let Smokey miss me, [C] let angels kiss me, though the devil don't get me, [G] keep me from [C] hell bound.
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_ [A#m] _ _ [C#] That truck it was loaded, [F#] and when she exploded, [C#] went over that rail, [G#] it's a quick way to die.
[C#] The hillside itch is a cooking, [F#] but Smokey can't book him, [C#] old Eagle [G#] he's now [C#] flying high. _ _ _ _ _
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