My pappy said "Son your gonna drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop driving that hot rod Lincoln"
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race Where the Fords and the Lincolns were setting the pace? Well that story is true cause I'm here to say I was driving that model A.
It's got Lincoln motor and its really souped up And that model A body makes it look like a pup It's got eight cylinders, uses them all It's got overdrive, just won't stall
It's got a four barrel carb, and dual exhaust With four, eleven gears you can really get lost. It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared Breaks are good, tires fair
Pulling out of San Pedro late one night With the moon and the stars just shining bright We was headed up grapevine Hill Passing cars like they was standing still
All of a sudden, in the wink of an eye A Cadillac sedan passed us by I said "Boys this ones marked for me" But by then the tail lights was all you could see
Now the fellas rid me for being behind So I thought I'd let that Lincoln unwind Took my foot of the gas and man alive I shoved it on down into over drive
Wound it up to 110 My speedometer said I hit top end My foot was glued like lead to the floor And that's all there is, and there ain't no more
Now the boys all thought that I'd lost my sense Those telephone poles were like a picket fence They said "Slow down, I see spots!" The lines on the road just looked like dots
Took a corner, side swiped a truck Crossed my fingers just for luck My fenders was clicking the guard rail post The guy beside me was white as a ghost
We had smoke coming from out of the back When I started to gain on that Cadillac I knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass But don't you know by then we'd be low on gas
I had flames coming from out of the side Feel the tension, man what a ride I said "Look out boys, I've got a license to fly" And that Caddy pulled over and let us by
All of the sudden she started knocking Down in the dips she started rocking I looked in the mirror. Red lights were blinking The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln - Damn
The arrested me and they put me in jail Called my pappy to throw my bail And he said "Son, you're going to drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop driving that Hot Rod Lincoln"Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
