Chords for Red Simpson - Nitro Express
Tempo:
79.85 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[Bb] [C]
Well, I was pulling up a grade that's known as the Devil's Press, [F] hauling thirty-six ton on a run called the Nitro Express.
There [G] 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 when she jarred and the drive shaft broke.
[F] Started pumping up the brakes, saw them go in a big cloud of smoke.
[G] To keep her upright, I knew I had to do my best [C] against a runaway bomb they called the Nitro Express.
[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 and 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 traitor leaned each time that 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 Press while [C]
fighting with the wheel of a wreck called the Nitro Express.
I side-swiped 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 mister, I'm a-gonna confess,
that's the [C] last run I'm making in a rig called the Nitro Express.
[G] There was thirty-six ton of a detonated [C] steel over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down and I couldn't jump [C] free or there'd be a big hole where that little town used to be.
[G] [C] [G] [C]
Well, I was pulling up a grade that's known as the Devil's Press, [F] hauling thirty-six ton on a run called the Nitro Express.
There [G] 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 when she jarred and the drive shaft broke.
[F] Started pumping up the brakes, saw them go in a big cloud of smoke.
[G] To keep her upright, I knew I had to do my best [C] against a runaway bomb they called the Nitro Express.
[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 and 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 traitor leaned each time that 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 Press while [C]
fighting with the wheel of a wreck called the Nitro Express.
I side-swiped 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 mister, I'm a-gonna confess,
that's the [C] last run I'm making in a rig called the Nitro Express.
[G] There was thirty-six ton of a detonated [C] steel over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down and I couldn't jump [C] free or there'd be a big hole where that little town used to be.
[G] [C] [G] [C]
Key:
C
G
F
Bb
C
G
F
Bb
[Bb] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ Well, I was pulling up a grade that's known as the Devil's Press, _ _ [F] hauling thirty-six ton on a run called the Nitro Express.
There [G] 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 when she jarred and the drive shaft broke.
_ _ [F] Started pumping up the brakes, saw them go in a big cloud of smoke.
_ [G] To keep her upright, I knew I had to do my best _ _ [C] against a runaway bomb they called the Nitro Express.
_ _ [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 and 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 traitor leaned each time that 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 Press while _ [C]
fighting with the wheel of a wreck called the Nitro Express.
_ I side-swiped 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 mister, I'm a-gonna confess,
_ _ that's the [C] last run I'm making in a rig called the Nitro Express.
_ [G] There was thirty-six ton of a detonated [C] steel over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down and I couldn't jump [C] free or there'd be a big hole where that little town used to be.
_ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _
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_ Well, I was pulling up a grade that's known as the Devil's Press, _ _ [F] hauling thirty-six ton on a run called the Nitro Express.
There [G] 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 when she jarred and the drive shaft broke.
_ _ [F] Started pumping up the brakes, saw them go in a big cloud of smoke.
_ [G] To keep her upright, I knew I had to do my best _ _ [C] against a runaway bomb they called the Nitro Express.
_ _ [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 and 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 traitor leaned each time that 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 Press while _ [C]
fighting with the wheel of a wreck called the Nitro Express.
_ I side-swiped 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 mister, I'm a-gonna confess,
_ _ that's the [C] last run I'm making in a rig called the Nitro Express.
_ [G] There was thirty-six ton of a detonated [C] steel over eighteen tires that smoked and squealed.
[G] I had to ride her down and I couldn't jump [C] free or there'd be a big hole where that little town used to be.
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