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



Credits
Writer(s): W Stevenson, Charles Ryan
Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com

Link