Hot Rod Lincoln
My pappy said
"Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' if you don't stop ridin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Woo!
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
Where the Fords and Lincolns were settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
That I was drivin' that Model-A
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model-A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all
Got overdrive that just won't stall
With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
And 4-11 gears you can really get lost
Got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good and the tires fair
Pulled outta San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
Drivin' up Grapevine hill
Passin' cars like they was settin' still
All of a sudden in the wink of an eye
Cadillac sedan passed us by
Said, "Look out, boys, that's the mark for me"
By then the taillights was all you could see
Yeah
Well, the boys all ribbed me 'bout bein' behind
So I thought I'd let the Lincoln unwind
Took the foot off the gas and man alive
I shook her on down into overdrive
I wound her up to a hundred and ten
My speedometer had set down I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is, and there ain't no more
Well, the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
Them telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down, I see spots
The lines on the road just looked like dots"
Hey, I took a corner and side-swiped a truck
So I crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
Yeah
Well, smoke was comin' from outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't ya know by then we'd be low on gas?
Hey, flames was comin' from outta the tires
You could feel the tension, man, what a ride
I said, "Look out, boys, I got a license to fly"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by
Well, all of a sudden she started knockin'
Down in the dip she starts to rockin'
Looked in the mirror, red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my hot rod Lincoln
They arrested me, and they threw me in jail
And they called my pappy if he own my bail
And he said "Son you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop ridin' that hot... Rod... Lincoln, yeah
Woo!
Oh, yeah
"Son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' if you don't stop ridin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Woo!
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
Where the Fords and Lincolns were settin' the pace?
That story is true, I'm here to say
That I was drivin' that Model-A
It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model-A body makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses 'em all
Got overdrive that just won't stall
With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
And 4-11 gears you can really get lost
Got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good and the tires fair
Pulled outta San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
Drivin' up Grapevine hill
Passin' cars like they was settin' still
All of a sudden in the wink of an eye
Cadillac sedan passed us by
Said, "Look out, boys, that's the mark for me"
By then the taillights was all you could see
Yeah
Well, the boys all ribbed me 'bout bein' behind
So I thought I'd let the Lincoln unwind
Took the foot off the gas and man alive
I shook her on down into overdrive
I wound her up to a hundred and ten
My speedometer had set down I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is, and there ain't no more
Well, the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
Them telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, "Slow down, I see spots
The lines on the road just looked like dots"
Hey, I took a corner and side-swiped a truck
So I crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
Yeah
Well, smoke was comin' from outta the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't ya know by then we'd be low on gas?
Hey, flames was comin' from outta the tires
You could feel the tension, man, what a ride
I said, "Look out, boys, I got a license to fly"
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by
Well, all of a sudden she started knockin'
Down in the dip she starts to rockin'
Looked in the mirror, red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my hot rod Lincoln
They arrested me, and they threw me in jail
And they called my pappy if he own my bail
And he said "Son you're gonna drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop ridin' that hot... Rod... Lincoln, yeah
Woo!
Oh, yeah
Credits
Writer(s): W Stevenson, Charles Ryan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
Link
Other Album Tracks
© 2024 All rights reserved. Rockol.com S.r.l. Website image policy
Rockol
- Rockol only uses images and photos made available for promotional purposes (“for press use”) by record companies, artist managements and p.r. agencies.
- Said images are used to exert a right to report and a finality of the criticism, in a degraded mode compliant to copyright laws, and exclusively inclosed in our own informative content.
- Only non-exclusive images addressed to newspaper use and, in general, copyright-free are accepted.
- Live photos are published when licensed by photographers whose copyright is quoted.
- Rockol is available to pay the right holder a fair fee should a published image’s author be unknown at the time of publishing.
Feedback
Please immediately report the presence of images possibly not compliant with the above cases so as to quickly verify an improper use: where confirmed, we would immediately proceed to their removal.