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.
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.