Chords for Nitro Express
Tempo:
79.8 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
A
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[C] Well I was pulling up a grade that's known as the Devil's Crest, [F] hauling thirty-six ton
on a run called the Nitro Express.
[G] There was nothing but curves running from the top on down, [C] and at the bottom of the
grade said a quiet little country town.
Well I was dropping off the top, and she jarred in the drive shaft rope, [F] started pumping
up the brakes on through in a big cloud of smoke.
[G] To keep her upright I had to do my best [C] against a runaway bomb they called the Nitro Express.
[A]
[G] Now there was thirty-six ton of a detonated [C] steel over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free [C] or there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
[G]
[C] Well that old straighter leaned each time, but I took another curve.
[F] My hands started sweating and I knew I was losing my nerve.
[G] And I was cussing each rock and every inch of the Devil's Crest.
[C] Well fighting with the wheel of a rig called the Nitro Express, I sideswiped the mountain
so I'd slow her down by rubbing her side.
[F] And when the sparks started flying, man it looked like the Fourth of July.
[G] I finally got her stopped but missed her I'm a gonna confess.
Well [C] that's the last run I'm making in a rig called the Nitro Express.
Now [G] there was thirty-six ton of a detonated steel [C] over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free or [C] there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
Now [G] there was thirty-six ton of a detonated steel [C] over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free or [C] there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
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[G]
on a run called the Nitro Express.
[G] There was nothing but curves running from the top on down, [C] and at the bottom of the
grade said a quiet little country town.
Well I was dropping off the top, and she jarred in the drive shaft rope, [F] started pumping
up the brakes on through in a big cloud of smoke.
[G] To keep her upright I had to do my best [C] against a runaway bomb they called the Nitro Express.
[A]
[G] Now there was thirty-six ton of a detonated [C] steel over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free [C] or there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
[G]
[C] Well that old straighter leaned each time, but I took another curve.
[F] My hands started sweating and I knew I was losing my nerve.
[G] And I was cussing each rock and every inch of the Devil's Crest.
[C] Well fighting with the wheel of a rig called the Nitro Express, I sideswiped the mountain
so I'd slow her down by rubbing her side.
[F] And when the sparks started flying, man it looked like the Fourth of July.
[G] I finally got her stopped but missed her I'm a gonna confess.
Well [C] that's the last run I'm making in a rig called the Nitro Express.
Now [G] there was thirty-six ton of a detonated steel [C] over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free or [C] there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
Now [G] there was thirty-six ton of a detonated steel [C] over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free or [C] there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
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[G]
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[C] _ _ _ _ _ Well I was pulling up a grade that's known as the Devil's Crest, _ [F] hauling thirty-six ton
on a run called the Nitro Express. _
[G] There was nothing but curves running from the top on down, _ [C] and at the bottom of the
grade said a quiet little country town. _
Well I was dropping off the top, and she jarred in the drive shaft rope, _ [F] started pumping
up the brakes on through in a big cloud of smoke. _
[G] To keep her upright I had to do my best _ [C] against a runaway bomb they called the Nitro Express.
_ _ [A]
[G] Now there was thirty-six ton of a detonated [C] steel over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free [C] or there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ Well that old straighter leaned each time, but I took another curve.
_ [F] My hands started sweating and I knew I was losing my nerve.
_ _ [G] And I was cussing each rock and every inch of the Devil's Crest.
_ _ [C] Well fighting with the wheel of a rig called the Nitro Express, _ I sideswiped the mountain
so I'd slow her down by rubbing her side.
_ _ [F] And when the sparks started flying, man it looked like the Fourth of July.
_ _ [G] I finally got her stopped but missed her I'm a gonna confess.
_ Well [C] that's the last run I'm making in a rig called the Nitro Express.
_ Now [G] there was thirty-six ton of a detonated steel [C] over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free or [C] there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
_ Now [G] there was thirty-six ton of a detonated steel [C] over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free or [C] there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
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_ [G] _ _ _ _
on a run called the Nitro Express. _
[G] There was nothing but curves running from the top on down, _ [C] and at the bottom of the
grade said a quiet little country town. _
Well I was dropping off the top, and she jarred in the drive shaft rope, _ [F] started pumping
up the brakes on through in a big cloud of smoke. _
[G] To keep her upright I had to do my best _ [C] against a runaway bomb they called the Nitro Express.
_ _ [A]
[G] Now there was thirty-six ton of a detonated [C] steel over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free [C] or there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _
[C] _ _ _ Well that old straighter leaned each time, but I took another curve.
_ [F] My hands started sweating and I knew I was losing my nerve.
_ _ [G] And I was cussing each rock and every inch of the Devil's Crest.
_ _ [C] Well fighting with the wheel of a rig called the Nitro Express, _ I sideswiped the mountain
so I'd slow her down by rubbing her side.
_ _ [F] And when the sparks started flying, man it looked like the Fourth of July.
_ _ [G] I finally got her stopped but missed her I'm a gonna confess.
_ Well [C] that's the last run I'm making in a rig called the Nitro Express.
_ Now [G] there was thirty-six ton of a detonated steel [C] over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free or [C] there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
_ Now [G] there was thirty-six ton of a detonated steel [C] over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down, I couldn't jump free or [C] there'd be a big hole where that little
town used to be.
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_ [G] _ _ _ _