Gears chords by Johnny Bond
Verse 1
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This is the way that it was.
Just as far back as I can remember,
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I was always hanging around a
drafty old garage,
getting grease on my hands and feet,
smelling the exhaust
and watching my dad and brothers
tear down an old truck or Model T,
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picking up a wore out fan belt
or some other kind of souvenirs.
Only one thing on my mind,
man, I was dying to dig into them gears.
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So when I was old enough
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to get my driver's license and permit,
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I chucked it all.
Quit the 11th grade,
went into debt to get my first rig.
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Skipped town several hundred
bucks in arrears.
Headed down the open highway,
eating that concrete coming my way.
Brother, I had it made.
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At long last I was jammin' gears
I got to know all the spots
along the way
And they got to know me
I courted the waitresses and the cashiers
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I had a line that wouldn't quit
I was king of the highway
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A self -admitted heartbreaker on wheels
They treated me to the coffee
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And I treated them to the beers
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Them gals couldn't figure out
What went on inside my head
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How could they when you and I know
There ain't nothin' in this old
noggin'
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Except maybe some gears
Finally set my sights on a
pretty little thing
South of Ardmore
Every time I pulled away from her place
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I had to face a whole parcel of her tears
So I says,
hon, if you don't like my leavin'
Then you just pack your little old bag
And jump on board
Ain't nobody gonna stop you
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if you wanna flag my rig
Watch old daddy make her swing
And for some pretty music,
just listen to the hummin' of my gears.
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Well, I ditched her down in Brownsville.
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Told her my run
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would bring me back in a week or two.
Man, I was fed up,
clean to my ears.
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Love them and leave them
was my motto.
I had tracks to make,
so I flew the coop.
Turned old Ginny around
and headed north.
This time I mean to tell you
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I was really pushing them gears.
Latched on to another
up in Kokomo.
This looked like the real thing
so I popped the question quick.
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That's what you gotta do
whenever old Ann Cupid appears.
We tied the knot
and rented a place up the road.
She didn't seem to mind
my leaving near as much as I did.
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I just made sure that none of my runs
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took me near Brownsville
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cause that and down there could surely
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recognize the sound of my gears.
Well, you know that old saying,
that bad nickel always reappears.
Next night when I got home,
there was Brownsville
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sitting across from my wife.
The wife was crying,
the other not saying nothing.
Nothing now, that is.
And don't you know
she had said plenty already.
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What with all the lies she had piled
up on top of the truth.
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She just sat there silent
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like her face all covered with smears.
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I couldn't say nothing either
cause inside my head
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something had already started spinning.
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They was roaring and they was grinding
and all of a sudden
I was at the wheel.
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We was in a blizzard
and a sandstorm at the same time.
We was headed down
Baker's Ridge
wide open
and the brakes was gone.
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The horns and the sirens
was blasting my head off.
The hood flew off
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and the motor opened up right in my face.
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I was diving head first right straight into them whirling,
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grinding, spinning, greasy gears.
Well, that's all of my
story, Mr. Reporter.
Just tell them I'm real sorry
for what I done.
Think it'll come out in the papers
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before that old warden appears?
If it's worth anything to you,
just give it to my widow.
Don't know where she is.
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Just check the truck stops
between here and Kokomo.
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That'll be her sitting there
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over a couple of beers.
And that guy that's buying them,
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I'll lay you a million to one.
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He ain't nothing but a crazy
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mixed -up dropout
That run away from home
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To make his fortune eatin' concrete
And jammin' them galding, greasy gears
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