Biografia:
James Joseph Croce (Philadelphia, 10 de janeiro de 1943 – 20 de setembro de 1973), popularmente conhecido como Jim Croce, foi um compositor e cantor estadunidense.
Começou sua carreira profissional tocando em bandas, quando era um estudante na universidade de Villanova, em 1964. No final dos anos 1960 a Capitol Records assinou Jim e sua esposa Ingrid a um contrato de gravação. Seu álbum foi um fracasso e Jim retornou a sua cidade natal e trabalhou por um tempo como motorista de caminhão.
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Outras músicas:
- A Long Time Ago
- Age
- Alabama Rain
- Bad Bad Leroy Brown
- Bad, Bad Leroy Brown
- I Got A Name
- I'll Have To Say I Love You In A Song
- I've Got A Name
- Lover's Cross
- Next Time This Time
- Operator
- Photographs And Memories
- Time In A Bottle
- Walking Back To Georgia
- Workin' At The Car Wash Blues
- You Don T Mess Around With Jim
- A Good Time Man Like Me Aint Got No Business Sing The Blues
- Another Day Another Town
- Bad Boy Leroy Brown
- Ball Of Kerrymuir
- Big Wheel
- Box 10
- Car Wash Blues
- Careful Man
- Child Of Midnight
- Cotton Mouth River
- Dreamin Again
- Five Short Minutes
- Gunga Din
- Hard Way Every Time
- Hey Tomorrow
- Ill Have To Say I Love You
- Ill Have To Say I Love You In A Song
- It Doesnt Have To Be That Way
- Ive Got A Name
- Kings Song
- Lovers Cross
- Maybe Tomorrow
- Mr Bojangles
- New Yorks Not For Me
- New Yorks Not My Home
- Old Man River
- One Less Set Footsteps
- Railroads And Riverboats
- Rapid Roy The Stock Car Boy
- Recently
- Roller Derby Queen
- Speedball Tucker
- Stone Walls
- Sun Come Up
- The Hard Way Everytime
- These Dreams
- Thursday
- Tomorrows Gonna Be A Brighter Day
- Top Hat Bar And Grille
- Vespers
- Walkin Back To Georgia
- Wear Out The Turnpike
- Which Way Are You Going
- Workin At The Car Wash Blues
- You Dont Mess Around
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
[Verse]
G7
I drive a broke-down rig on "may-pop" tires
C7 G7
Forty foot of over load
A lot of people say that I'm crazy
C7 G7
Because I don't know how to take it slow
I got a broomstick on the throttle
C7 G7
I got her opened up and head right down
E7
Nonstop back to Dallas
Am7 D7 G7
Poppin' them West Coast turnarounds
[Chorus]
E7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
G7 C7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
A7 D7 G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that
[Verse]
G7
You know the rain may blow, the snow may snow
C7 G7
The turnpikes, they may freeze
But they don't bother old Speedball
C7 G7
He goin' any damn way he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle
C7 G7
To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round
E7
With a cup full of cold black coffee
Am7 D7 G7
And a pocketful of West Coast turnarounds
[Chorus]
E7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
G7 C7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
A7 D7 G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that
[Verse]
G7
One day I looked into my rear-view mirror
C7 G7
And comin' up from behind
There was a Georgia state policeman
C7 G7
And a hundred dollar fine
Well he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up
C7 G7
He said, "Driver, you've been flyin'
E7
And ninety-five was the route you were on
Am7 D7 G7
It was not the speed limit sign."
[Chorus]
E7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
G7 C7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
A7 D7 G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that
E7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
G7 C7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
A7 D7 G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that
G7
I drive a broke-down rig on "may-pop" tires
C7 G7
Forty foot of over load
A lot of people say that I'm crazy
C7 G7
Because I don't know how to take it slow
I got a broomstick on the throttle
C7 G7
I got her opened up and head right down
E7
Nonstop back to Dallas
Am7 D7 G7
Poppin' them West Coast turnarounds
[Chorus]
E7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
G7 C7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
A7 D7 G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that
[Verse]
G7
You know the rain may blow, the snow may snow
C7 G7
The turnpikes, they may freeze
But they don't bother old Speedball
C7 G7
He goin' any damn way he please
He got a broomstick on the throttle
C7 G7
To keep his throttle foot a-dancin' 'round
E7
With a cup full of cold black coffee
Am7 D7 G7
And a pocketful of West Coast turnarounds
[Chorus]
E7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
G7 C7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
A7 D7 G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that
[Verse]
G7
One day I looked into my rear-view mirror
C7 G7
And comin' up from behind
There was a Georgia state policeman
C7 G7
And a hundred dollar fine
Well he looked me in the eye as he was writin' me up
C7 G7
He said, "Driver, you've been flyin'
E7
And ninety-five was the route you were on
Am7 D7 G7
It was not the speed limit sign."
[Chorus]
E7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
G7 C7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
A7 D7 G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that
E7
And they call me Speedball, Speedball Tucker
Terror of the highways, and all them other truckers
G7 C7
Will tell you that the boy is mad
A7 D7 G7
To be drivin' in a rig like that
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