JOHNNY BONDHot Rod Lincoln Lyrics
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin the pace.
That story is true, Im here to say
I was drivin that Model A.
Its got a Lincoln motor and its really souped up.
That Model A Vitimix makes it look like a pup.
Its got eight cylinders uses them all.
Its got overdrive, just wont stall.
With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost.
Its got safety tubes, but I aint scared.
The brakes are good, tires fair.
Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin bright.
We was drivin up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still.
All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said, Boys, thats a mark for me!
By then the taillight was all you could see.
Now the fellas was ribbin me for bein behind,
So I thought Id make the Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and man alive,
I shoved it on down into overdrive.
Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end.
My foot was blue, like lead to the floor.
Thats all there is and there aint no more.
Now the boys all thought Id lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots.
Took a corner sideswiped a truck,
Crossed my fingers just for luck.
My fenders was clickin the guardrail posts.
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.
Smoke was comin from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac.
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass.
Dont you know by then wed be low on gas?
We had flames comin from out of the side.
Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
I said, Look out, boys, Ive got a license to fly!
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by.
Now all of a sudden she started to knockin,
And down in the dips she started to rockin.
I looked in my mirror a red light was blinkin
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!
They arrested me and they put me in jail.
And called my pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, Son, youre gonna drive me to drinkin
If you dont stop drivin that Hot... Rod... Lincoln! Correct these lyrics
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Songwriter(s): Charles Ryan, W. Stevenson
Copyright: Sony/ATV Acuff Rose Music
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