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
Jam Along & Learn...
[E] Hello, I'm a truck.
[F#] [A]
You've heard songs about truck drivers [F#m] many times, the stories told.
road,
grapevine.
behind.
fine.
mine.
[F#] [A]
You've heard songs about truck drivers [F#m] many times, the stories told.
road,
grapevine.
behind.
fine.
mine.
100% ➙ 109BPM
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E
F#m
D
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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. _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
