Biografía:
C.W. McCall is the pseudonym of William Dale Fries (born November 15, 1928 in Audubon, Iowa, USA).
McCall is best known for the 1975 #1 hit song "Convoy", which came at the peak of the citizens band radio fad in the United States. Far from a one-hit wonder, McCall continued to chart with songs such as "Wolf Creek Pass", which hit #40 on the U.S. pop top 40 in 1975, and at least two other songs hit Billboard's pop Hot 100, including "Old Home Filler-Up an' Keep on a-Truckin' Cafe"
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¡Cuatro años de duro trabajo!Este mes de mayo cumplimos cuatro años al aire. Seguimos trabajando en la difusión de este maravilloso instrumento, ¡gracias por participar en nuestra historia!
F
Well, we was screamin' through the valley
D
Where the Nishnabotna flows
F
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
D
Where the mari-ju-wana grows
F
'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
D
Down the hills and up the dale
Bb Eb
Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
Bb F
And Smokey on my tail.
F
Well, he picked me up at exit 12
D
On the I-six-eighty ramp
F
I was doin' 67 per
D
When I rumbled through his trap
F
He commenced to whirl his flashin' lights
D
And he made his siren wail
Bb Eb
I slipped on down to four-wheel drive
Bb
With Smokey on my tail
Bb
Now I got racin' stripes and dual pipes
Eb
And Smokey's got a Ford
Bb
Got a mill with a four pot carb, you know
Eb
But Smokey's stroked and bored
Bb
Well, the chase was on, but I had the edge
Eb
With a rig that'll never fail
Bb Eb
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
Bb F
And Smokey on my tail
Yeah, he was.
F
Well, I dropped on down to granny low
D
And I made a hard right turn
F
My big ol' fat Commando tires
D
Went slashin' through the corn
F
Well, the tassels blew and the kernels flew
D
And it looked like yella hail
Bb Eb
Just cookin' alive in a four-wheel drive
Bb F
With Smokey on my tail
F
Well, we went screamin' through the valley
D
Where the Nishnabotna flows
F
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
D
Where the mari-ju-wana grows
F
'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
D
Up the hills and down the dales
Bb Eb
My CJ-5 with four-wheel drive
Bb F
And Smokey on my tail.
(Just play F through the next part.)
[Imagine a series of comic-style thought balloons.]
Look out, now. Here he come.
Oh, we gonna get it on now.
Don't hit that fella with the banjo.
We gonna swim this here creek now, Smokey.
Yard wide and a foot deep.
"Nishnabota River", they call it.
Might haveta winch out.
Gonna do a wheelie on that there gopher mound now, Smokey.
Can you dig it, Smokey?
Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, didn't we?
Goodness gracious. 'Bout ta bust my shocks.
[Back to normal. Add sirens up until the racin' stripes and dual pipes part.]
F
Well, that Jeep of mine made Smokey whine
D
His rig was made of lead
F
He was mired in fourteen feet of mud
D
So he radioed ahead
F
I pulled up onto the blacktop
D
Went crashin' on through the rail
Bb Eb
Sakes alive! I had twenty-five more
Bb F
Smokeys on my tail!
Bb
Now I had racin' stripes and dual pipes
Eb
And Smokey had a Ford
Bb
Had a mill with a four pot carb, you know
Eb
But Smokey's stroked and bored
Bb
Well, the race was on, but I had the edge
Eb
With a rig that'll never fail
Bb Eb
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
Bb F
Settin' out back a' the jail
Well, we was screamin' through the valley
D
Where the Nishnabotna flows
F
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
D
Where the mari-ju-wana grows
F
'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
D
Down the hills and up the dale
Bb Eb
Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
Bb F
And Smokey on my tail.
F
Well, he picked me up at exit 12
D
On the I-six-eighty ramp
F
I was doin' 67 per
D
When I rumbled through his trap
F
He commenced to whirl his flashin' lights
D
And he made his siren wail
Bb Eb
I slipped on down to four-wheel drive
Bb
With Smokey on my tail
Bb
Now I got racin' stripes and dual pipes
Eb
And Smokey's got a Ford
Bb
Got a mill with a four pot carb, you know
Eb
But Smokey's stroked and bored
Bb
Well, the chase was on, but I had the edge
Eb
With a rig that'll never fail
Bb Eb
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
Bb F
And Smokey on my tail
Yeah, he was.
F
Well, I dropped on down to granny low
D
And I made a hard right turn
F
My big ol' fat Commando tires
D
Went slashin' through the corn
F
Well, the tassels blew and the kernels flew
D
And it looked like yella hail
Bb Eb
Just cookin' alive in a four-wheel drive
Bb F
With Smokey on my tail
F
Well, we went screamin' through the valley
D
Where the Nishnabotna flows
F
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
D
Where the mari-ju-wana grows
F
'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
D
Up the hills and down the dales
Bb Eb
My CJ-5 with four-wheel drive
Bb F
And Smokey on my tail.
(Just play F through the next part.)
[Imagine a series of comic-style thought balloons.]
Look out, now. Here he come.
Oh, we gonna get it on now.
Don't hit that fella with the banjo.
We gonna swim this here creek now, Smokey.
Yard wide and a foot deep.
"Nishnabota River", they call it.
Might haveta winch out.
Gonna do a wheelie on that there gopher mound now, Smokey.
Can you dig it, Smokey?
Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, didn't we?
Goodness gracious. 'Bout ta bust my shocks.
[Back to normal. Add sirens up until the racin' stripes and dual pipes part.]
F
Well, that Jeep of mine made Smokey whine
D
His rig was made of lead
F
He was mired in fourteen feet of mud
D
So he radioed ahead
F
I pulled up onto the blacktop
D
Went crashin' on through the rail
Bb Eb
Sakes alive! I had twenty-five more
Bb F
Smokeys on my tail!
Bb
Now I had racin' stripes and dual pipes
Eb
And Smokey had a Ford
Bb
Had a mill with a four pot carb, you know
Eb
But Smokey's stroked and bored
Bb
Well, the race was on, but I had the edge
Eb
With a rig that'll never fail
Bb Eb
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
Bb F
Settin' out back a' the jail
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