Chords for Trucking - Pinball Machine - Lonnie Irving 1960
Tempo:
158.1 bpm
Chords used:
G
C
D
A
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Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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[G] The story's about an ex-truck driver being named John James Wall before his friends blackballed him and nicknamed him Pinball.
I gathered this story from a truck stop in Gallipolis, Ohio, when this old fella, I'd say 70 years old, asked me to buy him a strong cup of coffee and a piece of good apple pie.
I bought the coffee and the pie for the old fella, and I'm awful glad I did, because he winked his eye and smiled and says, my, my.
Then I noticed in a few minutes with trembling hands he pushed a part of his pie and coffee back and looked at me with tears, running down his poor old weather-beaten cheek, and this is what he said.
I'm an old hog hauler, I drove a big truck, I shot the pinball [Dm] machine, [C] but it cost me [G] bad luck.
But all or ever [C] made in a pinball [G] machine, I'd get four catty corners, [C] then I'd miss the [G] sixteen.
[D] [G] I wish that I'd a'loved them old pinball machines, many weeks they have cost me [C] to live on [G] sardines.
[C] [G]
Last time I called my wife on the phone, the first thing she says, [C] John, when can [G] you come home?
I've got a load of hogs and they've got to go, I'll see [Cm] you when [G] I get back [C] from [G] Chicago.
She says, John, you know I love you, I wish you wouldn't go, send your baby some money, they [C] are hungry [F#] [G] and cold.
The last thing she said, then she hung up, John, you give up my loving [A] just to drive an old [Em] truck.
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[C]
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I made my trip on [A] to [G] Chicago, I was gone two months, cause [C] I shot up my [G] dough.
When I got home, my family was gone, the best friend I had, [C] rung my [G] telephone.
He says, John, I guess you wonder about your babies and wife, [E]
pneumonia [C] got your babies and your wife took [G] her life.
I've lost all my friends, I can't sleep from bad dreams, I dream about an old truck [C] and a [A#] [G] pinball machine.
I never will forget the last words that that old man said, oh Lord, if I can live my life over, [C] and then he [G] fell dead.
They tell me John is a clean cut young man at the age of 19, but now he's in his grave, [F] a victim of a big old [C] truck and a pinball [G] machine.
[C] [D] [G]
[N]
I gathered this story from a truck stop in Gallipolis, Ohio, when this old fella, I'd say 70 years old, asked me to buy him a strong cup of coffee and a piece of good apple pie.
I bought the coffee and the pie for the old fella, and I'm awful glad I did, because he winked his eye and smiled and says, my, my.
Then I noticed in a few minutes with trembling hands he pushed a part of his pie and coffee back and looked at me with tears, running down his poor old weather-beaten cheek, and this is what he said.
I'm an old hog hauler, I drove a big truck, I shot the pinball [Dm] machine, [C] but it cost me [G] bad luck.
But all or ever [C] made in a pinball [G] machine, I'd get four catty corners, [C] then I'd miss the [G] sixteen.
[D] [G] I wish that I'd a'loved them old pinball machines, many weeks they have cost me [C] to live on [G] sardines.
[C] [G]
Last time I called my wife on the phone, the first thing she says, [C] John, when can [G] you come home?
I've got a load of hogs and they've got to go, I'll see [Cm] you when [G] I get back [C] from [G] Chicago.
She says, John, you know I love you, I wish you wouldn't go, send your baby some money, they [C] are hungry [F#] [G] and cold.
The last thing she said, then she hung up, John, you give up my loving [A] just to drive an old [Em] truck.
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[C]
[G]
I made my trip on [A] to [G] Chicago, I was gone two months, cause [C] I shot up my [G] dough.
When I got home, my family was gone, the best friend I had, [C] rung my [G] telephone.
He says, John, I guess you wonder about your babies and wife, [E]
pneumonia [C] got your babies and your wife took [G] her life.
I've lost all my friends, I can't sleep from bad dreams, I dream about an old truck [C] and a [A#] [G] pinball machine.
I never will forget the last words that that old man said, oh Lord, if I can live my life over, [C] and then he [G] fell dead.
They tell me John is a clean cut young man at the age of 19, but now he's in his grave, [F] a victim of a big old [C] truck and a pinball [G] machine.
[C] [D] [G]
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[G] _ _ _ The story's about an ex-truck driver being named John James Wall before his friends blackballed him and nicknamed him Pinball.
_ I gathered this story from a truck stop in Gallipolis, Ohio, when this old fella, I'd say 70 years old, asked me to buy him a strong cup of coffee and a piece of good apple pie.
_ I bought the coffee and the pie for the old fella, and I'm awful glad I did, because he winked his eye and smiled and says, my, my. _
Then I noticed in a few minutes with trembling hands he pushed a part of his pie and coffee back and looked at me with tears, running down his poor old weather-beaten cheek, and this is what he said.
_ _ _ _ I'm an old hog hauler, I drove a big truck, I shot the pinball [Dm] machine, [C] but it cost me [G] bad _ luck.
_ _ _ _ But all or ever _ [C] made in a pinball [G] _ machine, I'd get four catty corners, [C] then I'd miss the [G] sixteen. _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] [G] I wish that I'd a'loved them old pinball _ machines, many weeks they have cost me [C] to live on [G] _ sardines. _
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_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
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_ Last time I called my _ wife on the phone, the first thing she says, [C] John, when can [G] you come home? _ _ _ _ _
_ I've got a load of hogs and they've got to go, I'll see [Cm] you when [G] I get _ back [C] from _ [G] Chicago.
_ _ _ _ _ _
She says, John, you know I love you, I wish you wouldn't go, send your baby some money, they [C] are hungry [F#] [G] and cold. _ _ _ _
_ The last thing she said, then she hung up, John, you give up my loving [A] just to drive an old [Em] truck.
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
_ [G] _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ I made my trip on [A] to [G] Chicago, _ I was gone two months, cause [C] I shot up my [G] dough. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ When I got _ home, my family was _ gone, the best friend I had, [C] rung my [G] telephone. _ _ _
_ _ _ He says, John, I guess you wonder about your babies and wife, _ [E]
pneumonia [C] got your babies and your wife took [G] her life. _
_ _ _ _ I've lost all my friends, I can't sleep from bad dreams, I dream about an old truck [C] and a [A#] [G] pinball machine. _
_ _ _ _ I never will forget the last words that that old man said, _ oh Lord, if I can live my life over, _ _ [C] and then he [G] fell dead. _ _
They tell me John is a clean cut young man at the age of 19, _ but now he's in his grave, [F] a victim of a big old [C] truck and a pinball [G] machine. _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ [D] _ [G] _
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_ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ I gathered this story from a truck stop in Gallipolis, Ohio, when this old fella, I'd say 70 years old, asked me to buy him a strong cup of coffee and a piece of good apple pie.
_ I bought the coffee and the pie for the old fella, and I'm awful glad I did, because he winked his eye and smiled and says, my, my. _
Then I noticed in a few minutes with trembling hands he pushed a part of his pie and coffee back and looked at me with tears, running down his poor old weather-beaten cheek, and this is what he said.
_ _ _ _ I'm an old hog hauler, I drove a big truck, I shot the pinball [Dm] machine, [C] but it cost me [G] bad _ luck.
_ _ _ _ But all or ever _ [C] made in a pinball [G] _ machine, I'd get four catty corners, [C] then I'd miss the [G] sixteen. _ _
_ _ _ _ [D] [G] I wish that I'd a'loved them old pinball _ machines, many weeks they have cost me [C] to live on [G] _ sardines. _
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_ _ [C] _ _ [G] _ _
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_ Last time I called my _ wife on the phone, the first thing she says, [C] John, when can [G] you come home? _ _ _ _ _
_ I've got a load of hogs and they've got to go, I'll see [Cm] you when [G] I get _ back [C] from _ [G] Chicago.
_ _ _ _ _ _
She says, John, you know I love you, I wish you wouldn't go, send your baby some money, they [C] are hungry [F#] [G] and cold. _ _ _ _
_ The last thing she said, then she hung up, John, you give up my loving [A] just to drive an old [Em] truck.
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_ _ _ _ _ [C] _
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_ _ _ I made my trip on [A] to [G] Chicago, _ I was gone two months, cause [C] I shot up my [G] dough. _ _ _
_ _ _ _ When I got _ home, my family was _ gone, the best friend I had, [C] rung my [G] telephone. _ _ _
_ _ _ He says, John, I guess you wonder about your babies and wife, _ [E]
pneumonia [C] got your babies and your wife took [G] her life. _
_ _ _ _ I've lost all my friends, I can't sleep from bad dreams, I dream about an old truck [C] and a [A#] [G] pinball machine. _
_ _ _ _ I never will forget the last words that that old man said, _ oh Lord, if I can live my life over, _ _ [C] and then he [G] fell dead. _ _
They tell me John is a clean cut young man at the age of 19, _ but now he's in his grave, [F] a victim of a big old [C] truck and a pinball [G] machine. _ _
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