Chords for The White Knight (Extended Version) - Cledus Maggard & The Citizen's Band (Jay Huguely)

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Now 75 or 95 or I-22 they're awake.
[Bb] Turn your squelch to the right and in [F] the night you'll hear some cotton picker say,
[C] Breaker, breaker, [Bb] got a picture [F] taker on Smokey's head 43.
It's that Japanese toy, the trucker's joy, that everybody calls CB.
[Bb] Yeah, Citizens Bank.
[F] Keeps you up to date with the fender benders and [C] the Tijuana [Bb] taxes and [F] all them buyers out there are flip-floppers.
Now a head of your children and a head of your wife on the list of the ten best things in life,
[Bb] you see, B's got a rate right around number [F] four.
Of course, [C] beavers, hot [Bb] biscuits, [F] Merle Haggard come one, two, three, you know.
Well, I sloded down coming out of Lake City checking out seat covers all young and pretty.
[Bb] My wife was right and I settled for the [F] night, that old concrete boulevard feeling right.
[C] My old buddy in the [Bb] back wasn't getting some [F] sack.
I was gonna bring it on to make it before I climbed in the back.
Yeah, I had all my eight tracks by my side from Dolly Parton to Charlie [Bb] Pryde.
My stereo rattling on my [F] dash with Johnny Cash and all that good [C] trash.
I was a chick [Bb] cultured with a [F] side order of grits.
When all of a sudden there come a squall over my CB bringing wall to [Bb] wall.
Said, go to double nickels as you hit the [F] ridge.
Go to Smokey Banks and take the judge's side of the [Am] ridge.
Oh, mercy.
[Bb] Appreciate [F] that, good buddy.
What you handle that?
Come on, come on.
Mm-hmm.
Well, [Bb] it was an area sound and I was bound [F] to think he done switched over to four.
[C] When wall to [Bb] wall there come a [F] call in a voice you couldn't [C] ignore.
[D] And he [F] _ said_
Ten-four back door.
_ Put [Bb] the pedal to the pedal [C] and [F] let it roar.
_ Hammer down to Macon town.
[G] Gonna see my mama for [C] sure.
_ _ [F] Well, the birds are gone.
Let's bring it on to [Bb] Georgia line way [F] out of sight. _ _
_ Pulled out of Richmond town last [Dm] Saturday night.
[G] _ _ [C] _ _ [F] _ _ _
_ Hey, old buddy, I'm the mean machine.
What's your 20 and what's your 18?
[Bb] Grease it up and shout me some [F] more.
Cause I sure believe you're my front [Dm] door.
Come [F] on.
_ Ten-four back door.
_ Put [Bb] the pedal to the pedal and [F] let it roar. _
_ Hammer down to Macon town.
[G] Gonna see my mama [C] for sure.
_ Well, [F] a _ GMC, my _ 18B, and [Bb] the last mile marker [F] was a 53.
_ Pulled out of Richmond town last Saturday [Am] night and [G] my handle [C] is the [F] white knife.
How about it?
All right, white knife.
Hammer down.
Well, [Bb] there was a street and my needle was a peaking.
[F] I ride around 79.
That [C] old diesel juicer [Bb] was a getting loose.
[F] And everything was fine.
Oh, yeah.
Sing, Dolly.
Sing, Loretta.
Sing it, Darla.
[Bb] When wall to wall I got a call [F] from a front door big bear trapper.
[C] That great one nine good [F] buddy of mine, he got a smokey and a plain white wrapper.
Well, I'd jam my stick and most 20 quid you could hear them deers attacking.
[Bb] I was passed by a beaver and a Camaro [F] when I was cruising along to go it so [C] slow.
I could count [Bb] every button on that [F] little lily flower she was a-whirring.
Of course, they weren't but one.
Hey, there, super trooper.
Yeah, [Bb] that's that crazy smokey over there with a [F] CB in his very arm.
Who me?
[C] No [Bb] smokey.
[F] Got grapefruit coming up from FLA.
Can't shake them up, boy.
No going double nickels all the way.
[Bb] Hey, white knife.
Hey, front door.
[F] Let's slide one off a super trooper here and tell [C] me what's happening over there.
[Bb] Come on.
[F] You need to see it.
_ In four, back [Bb] door.
Put pedal to the [F] metal and let it roll.
Hammer down to Macon [G] town on the sea [C]-mah-mah-mah shore.
[F] While the buyers are gone, let's bring it on.
[Bb] The Georgia line's way [F] out of sight.
Gotta get to Macon for the middle of the night.
My, that's a slow white knife.
How about it?
Well, I hammered down because I figured that town knew more about it than me.
[Bb] I put it to it before I [F] knew it.
I was doing around 83.
[C] When I thought I'd [Bb] called, just got my [F] call.
White knife was a-talking about me and he said,
In four, back door.
Put [Bb] pedal to the metal, [F] won't you?
Wait for it.
That old white can't stay inside.
[G] Gonna leave you here safe.
[C] Old boy, how about [F] it?
Whoa, now, old buddy.
That's fighting talk.
I say things about my [Bb] wife or my religion, but don't go getting nasty about [F] my red knife.
I'll come up burnin', blow [Am] your doors off.
[Bb] Sing me a [F] mad tune, Narva.
_ Well, I hammered down like I had wings.
Little gravels in my wheels going ding, ding, [Bb] ding.
I was hitting 90 with a mighty heavy [F] load.
Flew a greyhound bus lane off of the [C] road.
About the [Bb] time I hit 92, I saw [F] a shooting flash in my rear view.
Thought to myself, that can't be true.
Sorry, was it?
Oh, blue, blue, blue.
[Bb] Oh, oh.
[F] Bubble gun machine gun hit the [Am] [Ab] jackpot.
[Bb] That's what it was, big [F] old redneck whip.
I got on Smokey's car going clank, clank, clank, clank.
And playing [Bb] sad songs for Johnny. _
[F] Well, I could see that pearl-laden [Am] dig hanging [Bb] inside on the back of my [F] rig
when all of a sudden it come to me all at once. _
So in that cold, dark, [Bb] Georgian night in the shadow of Smokey Bear's blue [F] light,
I decided to make just one more CD [C] copy.
[Bb] Break [F] one nine for the super trooper.
Hey there, super trooper.
Tell me if I'm right or you my front door
I'm going to offer you the [Bb] white [Eb] knife.
[F] Come on.
_ _ [D] And [E] he [F] said,
_ Ten-four by four. _
_ [Bb] You and I, he for trouble boy, for [F] sure.
_ _ Going to read you your rights, treat you fair,
just [G] pull all the bar with [C] you.
Rock and chart.
_ [F] _
Want you boys to know each other real [Bb] well _
because you're going to be [F] sharing the same jail cell.
_ You make twelve, cotton pickers, [D] I've caught tonight [G] running front [C] doors that _ [F]
white knife.
_ [C] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] How about it?
_ _ _ _ Forty _ _ _ [Dm] miles over the speed limit, you boys [G] going to be here a while.
[C] _ _ _ _
[F] That's it, cotton pickers, I've done been grounded.
I'm sitting there tail and tail in my rigging pouch.
[Bb] Called the boss for a bond in Big A town, he [F] said,
Gutty and [A] me, get out [Am] clown.
[Abm] You [Bb] look more than a bond [F] boy, you ain't got no job.
I said, well boss, it's been nice doing business with you,
[Bb] just keep it between the ditches,
[F] _ sevens, threes and all them good numbers, [C] do you?
[Bb] Boss, [F] if you would do me just one favor,
I wonder if you'd call my wife,
tell her we'll meet her Saturday [Bb] to take the kids to know little Ignore.
[F] Tell her maybe she better look into [C] that job what she was [Bb] offered.
Tell her [F] just go ahead and give my friend the lead collection to the VFW.
_ Boss, [Bb] before my replacement takes this rig [F] out,
tell him when he's traveling [C] through the dark [Bb] Georgia night,
[F] don't never get no front door called the white knife.
Boss, wind up in the mokie with Smokey.
[Bb] Best thing you can do with that old [F] thing,
you can't get out with the wires.
[C] I don't care if it is a jump [Bb] stick.
Now [F] sing me a sad tune there, Johnny.
Oh Lordy mercy, where am I going to get 250 Greeks to get out of [Bb] this mokie? Oh Lord.
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