Hợp âm Fireball Rolled A Seven

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[Verse 1]
[D]Somewhere in South Carolina near a
[Bm]dirt track there's a shrine
[G]Erected to the memory of a
[A]little 'ole friend [Am]of mine
A [D]natural born dirt dauber,
car ra[Bm]cing was his game
[G]He rolled 'ole number [A]7 Fire
ball was [D]his name

[Verse 2]
With the [D]makings of a honker
[Bm]and a roll of bailing wire
He [G]tied his hopes together and
just set them track[A]s on fire
Three [D]hundred fifty on the
[Bm]hood; a big 7 on each door
[G]In his heart a will to win and
[A]his right foot on [D]the floor
His [G]motto was a simple

[Verse 3]
one [D]â??Stand on
it and turn left.
[A]If someone's gonna beat you
make [D]him [G]runâ??
All he knew was ???? and
[D]always lead the rest
[A]Fireball rolled a seven and he [D]won.
[Eb]

[Verse 4]
He took the world 600, the [Cm]old Atlanta 5
Bris[Ab]tol, Richmond, Nashville,
[Bb]Daytona for the ride
[Eb]The hotdogs laid it on him. They'd d[Cm]raft,
chart, and sweat.
But Fire[Ab]ball rolled a seven,
the kind [Bb]that's hard [Eb]to get.

[Verse 5]
[Eb]He had the pole at Darlington; he
[Cm]won it off the rail.
And he run [Ab]away at Charlotte,
[Bb]600 miles of Hell.
[Eb]A slingshot sewed up Petty; he
was out [Cm]in front real fast.
[Ab]A checkered flag was in the bag; nobody
[Bb]would get past[Eb].

[Verse 6]
He was flat out in that [Eb]back shoot; only
[Cm]3 laps from the start.
[Ab]When he saw a yellow bumper
cross [Bb]up and come apart.
A [Eb]rookie and a shaker,
runnin' [Cm]scared and lost it all.
A [Ab]hush fell on that [Bb]crowd; number
7 took the [Eb]wall.

[Verse 7]
[Ab]His old skidlid hangs in the hall,
the [Eb]little chargers gone,
To [Bb]save a friend he laid it on [Eb]the line.
His [Ab]old poncho is rust and bound,
but his [Eb]memory still lives on.
[Bb]Fireball rolled a seven every [Eb]time.
[Bb]Fireball rolled a seven every [Eb]time.