Fireball Rolled A Seven Chords by Dave Dudley
Tempo:
100 bpm
Chords used:
F
E
C
Bb
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E] Somewhere in South Carolina, [Dbm] near a dirt track, there's a shrine.
[A] Erected to the memory [B] of a little old [Bm] friend of mine.
[E] A natural born dirt daughter, [Dbm] car racing was his game.
[A] He rolled old number seven.
[B] Fireball [E] was his name.
With the makings of a honker and a [Dbm] rolled daily wire,
he [A] tied his hopes together and [B] just set them tracks on fire.
[E] 350 on the hood [Dbm] and a big seven on each go.
[A] In his heart a will to [B] win and his right foot on [E] the floor.
[A] His motto was a simple one, [E] stand on it and turn left.
[B] If someone's got a picture, [E] make him run.
[A] All he knew was go or blow [E] and always lead the rest.
[B] Fireball rolled the seven [E] and he won.
[F]
He took the world 600, [Dm] the old Atlanta five.
[Bb] Brisbane, Richmond, Nashville, [C] Daytona, what a ride.
[Fm] The [F] hot dogs laid it on him.
[Dm] They'd draft, chart, and sweat, [Bb] but Fireball rolled the seven.
[C] The kind that's hard to [F] get.
He had to pull at Darlington.
[Dm] He wanted off the rail.
And [Bb] he'd run away at Charlotte.
Ooh, [C] 600 miles of hell.
[F] A slingshot sold up Petty.
[Dm] He was out in front real fast.
[Bb] A checkered flag was in the bag.
[C] Nobody would get [F] past.
He was flat out in that back shoe.
[Dm] Only three laps from the start.
When [Bb] he saw a yellow bumper cross [C] up and come apart.
[F] A rookie and a shaker running [Dm] scared and lost it all.
[Bb] The hush fell on that crowd.
[C] Number seven took the [F] wall.
[Bb] His old skidlet hangs in the hall.
[F] The little charger's gone.
[C] The saber friend he'd laid it on [F] the lawn.
[Bb] His old poncho is rusting down, [F] but his memory still lives on.
[C]
Fireball rolled [Gm] the seven [F] every time.
[C]
[E] Fireball rolled the seven [F] every time.
[Fm] [F] [N]
[A] Erected to the memory [B] of a little old [Bm] friend of mine.
[E] A natural born dirt daughter, [Dbm] car racing was his game.
[A] He rolled old number seven.
[B] Fireball [E] was his name.
With the makings of a honker and a [Dbm] rolled daily wire,
he [A] tied his hopes together and [B] just set them tracks on fire.
[E] 350 on the hood [Dbm] and a big seven on each go.
[A] In his heart a will to [B] win and his right foot on [E] the floor.
[A] His motto was a simple one, [E] stand on it and turn left.
[B] If someone's got a picture, [E] make him run.
[A] All he knew was go or blow [E] and always lead the rest.
[B] Fireball rolled the seven [E] and he won.
[F]
He took the world 600, [Dm] the old Atlanta five.
[Bb] Brisbane, Richmond, Nashville, [C] Daytona, what a ride.
[Fm] The [F] hot dogs laid it on him.
[Dm] They'd draft, chart, and sweat, [Bb] but Fireball rolled the seven.
[C] The kind that's hard to [F] get.
He had to pull at Darlington.
[Dm] He wanted off the rail.
And [Bb] he'd run away at Charlotte.
Ooh, [C] 600 miles of hell.
[F] A slingshot sold up Petty.
[Dm] He was out in front real fast.
[Bb] A checkered flag was in the bag.
[C] Nobody would get [F] past.
He was flat out in that back shoe.
[Dm] Only three laps from the start.
When [Bb] he saw a yellow bumper cross [C] up and come apart.
[F] A rookie and a shaker running [Dm] scared and lost it all.
[Bb] The hush fell on that crowd.
[C] Number seven took the [F] wall.
[Bb] His old skidlet hangs in the hall.
[F] The little charger's gone.
[C] The saber friend he'd laid it on [F] the lawn.
[Bb] His old poncho is rusting down, [F] but his memory still lives on.
[C]
Fireball rolled [Gm] the seven [F] every time.
[C]
[E] Fireball rolled the seven [F] every time.
[Fm] [F] [N]
Key:
F
E
C
Bb
A
F
E
C
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [E] Somewhere in South Carolina, [Dbm] near a dirt track, there's a shrine.
[A] Erected to the memory [B] of a little old [Bm] friend of mine.
[E] A natural born dirt daughter, [Dbm] car racing was his game.
[A] He rolled old number seven.
[B] Fireball [E] was his name.
_ With the makings of a honker and a [Dbm] rolled daily wire,
he [A] tied his hopes together and [B] just set them tracks on fire.
[E] 350 on the hood [Dbm] and a big seven on each go.
_ [A] In his heart a will to [B] win and his right foot on [E] the floor.
_ _ [A] His motto was a simple one, [E] stand on it and turn left.
[B] If someone's got a picture, [E] make him run.
_ _ [A] All he knew was go or blow [E] and always lead the rest.
[B] Fireball rolled the seven [E] and he won.
_ _ [F] _ _ _
He took the world 600, [Dm] the old Atlanta five.
_ [Bb] Brisbane, Richmond, Nashville, [C] Daytona, what a ride.
[Fm] The [F] hot dogs laid it on him.
[Dm] They'd draft, chart, and sweat, [Bb] but Fireball rolled the seven.
[C] The kind that's hard to [F] get.
_ _ He had to pull at Darlington.
[Dm] He wanted off the rail.
And [Bb] he'd run away at Charlotte.
Ooh, [C] 600 miles of hell.
[F] A slingshot sold up Petty.
[Dm] He was out in front real fast.
[Bb] A checkered flag was in the bag.
[C] Nobody would get [F] past.
_ He was flat out in that back shoe.
[Dm] Only three laps from the start.
When [Bb] he saw a yellow bumper cross [C] up and come apart.
[F] A rookie and a shaker running [Dm] scared and lost it all.
[Bb] The hush fell on that crowd.
[C] Number seven took the [F] wall.
_ _ [Bb] His old skidlet hangs in the hall.
[F] The little charger's gone.
[C] The saber friend he'd laid it on [F] the lawn.
_ _ [Bb] His old poncho is rusting down, [F] but his memory still lives on.
[C]
Fireball rolled [Gm] the seven [F] every time.
_ _ [C]
[E] Fireball rolled the seven [F] every time. _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ [E] Somewhere in South Carolina, [Dbm] near a dirt track, there's a shrine.
[A] Erected to the memory [B] of a little old [Bm] friend of mine.
[E] A natural born dirt daughter, [Dbm] car racing was his game.
[A] He rolled old number seven.
[B] Fireball [E] was his name.
_ With the makings of a honker and a [Dbm] rolled daily wire,
he [A] tied his hopes together and [B] just set them tracks on fire.
[E] 350 on the hood [Dbm] and a big seven on each go.
_ [A] In his heart a will to [B] win and his right foot on [E] the floor.
_ _ [A] His motto was a simple one, [E] stand on it and turn left.
[B] If someone's got a picture, [E] make him run.
_ _ [A] All he knew was go or blow [E] and always lead the rest.
[B] Fireball rolled the seven [E] and he won.
_ _ [F] _ _ _
He took the world 600, [Dm] the old Atlanta five.
_ [Bb] Brisbane, Richmond, Nashville, [C] Daytona, what a ride.
[Fm] The [F] hot dogs laid it on him.
[Dm] They'd draft, chart, and sweat, [Bb] but Fireball rolled the seven.
[C] The kind that's hard to [F] get.
_ _ He had to pull at Darlington.
[Dm] He wanted off the rail.
And [Bb] he'd run away at Charlotte.
Ooh, [C] 600 miles of hell.
[F] A slingshot sold up Petty.
[Dm] He was out in front real fast.
[Bb] A checkered flag was in the bag.
[C] Nobody would get [F] past.
_ He was flat out in that back shoe.
[Dm] Only three laps from the start.
When [Bb] he saw a yellow bumper cross [C] up and come apart.
[F] A rookie and a shaker running [Dm] scared and lost it all.
[Bb] The hush fell on that crowd.
[C] Number seven took the [F] wall.
_ _ [Bb] His old skidlet hangs in the hall.
[F] The little charger's gone.
[C] The saber friend he'd laid it on [F] the lawn.
_ _ [Bb] His old poncho is rusting down, [F] but his memory still lives on.
[C]
Fireball rolled [Gm] the seven [F] every time.
_ _ [C]
[E] Fireball rolled the seven [F] every time. _ _ _
_ [Fm] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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