THE WRECK OF THE OLD SLOW BINDER CAPO: 1st Fret/KEY: G#/PLAY: G (G) Well, they give him his orders at (C) Richmond, Virginia Saying (G) "Joe, you're way behind (D7) time Now, this ain't (G) no big Road Ranger, but an (C)Old Slow Binder You gotta (G) put her into (D7) Memphis on (G) time." He looked over to his old shotgun rider Sayin' boy, you better pray for your soul
For when we reach the top of old Mont Eagle You can see this old Binder roll. Well, there's a mighty rough road around Chattanooga There's curves down a four mile grade It was on that grade that Joe lost his airbrakes You should see what a jump that he made. Refrain: He was going down that road making ninety miles an hour When the brakes on that old Binder screamed They were found in the wreck at the bottom of that mountain Oh, man, what a terrible scene. Now all you ladies better take fair warning Never speak harsh words to your truck drivin' baby He may leave you and never come home. Refrain: