Аккорды C.W. McCall - Wolf Creek Pass

Capo on the 3rd fret. If you don't want to use a capo transpose +3.

[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
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Me an' Earl was haulin' chickens on a flatbed out of Wiggins
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And we'd spent all night on the uphill side of thirty-seven miles of hell
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Called Wolf Creek Pass. Which is up on the Great Divide
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We was settin' there suckin' toothpicks, drinkin' Nehi and onion soup mix
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And I says, "Earl, let's mail a card to Mother then send them chickens on down the other side
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Yeah, let's give 'em a ride"

[Chorus]
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Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
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Truckin' on down the other s-i-d-e

[Verse 2]
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Well, Earl put down his bottle, mashed his foot down on the throttle
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And then a couple'a boobs with a thousand cubes in a nineteen-forty-eight Peterbilt screamed to life
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We woke up the chickens. Well, we roared up offa that shoulder sprayin' pine cones, rocks, and boulders
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And put four hundred head of them Rhode Island reds and a couple a' burnt-out roosters on the line
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Look out below; 'cause here we go

[Chorus]
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Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
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Truckin' on down the other s-i-d-e

[Verse 3]
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Well, we commenced to truckin' and them hens commenced to cluckin'
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And then Earl took out a match and scratched his pants
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And lit up the unused half of a dollar cigar and took a puff. Says "My, ain't this purdy up here"
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I says, "Earl, this hill can spill us. You better slow down or you gonna kill us
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Just make one mistake and it's the Pearly Gates for them eight-five crates a' USDA-approved cluckers

You wanna hit second?"

[Chorus]
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Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
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Truckin' on down the other s-i-d-e

[Verse 4]
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Well, Earl grabbed on the shifter and he stabbed her into fifth gear
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And then the chromium-plated, fully-illuminated genuine accessory shift knob come right off in his hand
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I says, "You wanna screw that thing back on, Earl?"
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He was tryin' to thread it on there when the fire fell off a' his cigar
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And dropped on down, sorta rolled around, and then lit in the cuff of Earl's pants
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And burned a hole in his sock. Yeah, sorta set him right on fire

[Bridge]
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I looked on outta the window and I started countin' phone poles
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Goin' by at the rate of four to the seventh power
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Well I put two and two together, and added twelve and carried five
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Come up with twenty-two thousand telephone poles an hour

[Verse 5]
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I looked at Earl and his eyes was wide, his lip was curled, and his leg was fried
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And his hand was froze to the wheel like a tongue to a sled in the middle of a blizzard
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 I says, "Earl, I'm not the type to complain; but the time has come for me to explain
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That if you don't apply some brake real soon, they're gonna have to pick us up with a stick and a spoon"
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Well, Earl rared back, and cocked his leg, stepped as down as hard as he could on the brake
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And the pedal went clear to the floor and stayed there, right there on the floor
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He said it was sorta like steppin' on a plum

[Verse 6]
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Well, from there on down it just wasn't real purdy: it was hairpin county and switchback city
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One of 'em looked like a can full'a worms; another one looked like malaria germs
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 Right in the middle of the whole damn show was a real nice tunnel, now wouldn't you know?
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Sign says clearance to the twelve-foot line, but the chickens was stacked to thirteen-nine
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Well we shot that tunnel at a hundred-and-ten, like gas through a funnel and eggs through a hen
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And we took that top row of chickens off slicker than scum off a Louisiana swamp
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Went down and around and around and down 'til we run outta ground at the edge of town
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Bashed into the side of the feed store... in downtown Pagosa Springs

[Chorus]
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Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
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Truckin' on down the other side
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Wolf Creek Pass, way up on the Great Divide
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Truckin' on down the other side

[Outro]
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