Hot Rod Lincoln

Well, you heard the story of
The hot rod race that fatal day
When a Ford and a Mercury
Went out to play

Well, this is the inside story
And I'm here to say
I was the kid that was
Driving that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor
And it's really souped up
And that Model A body
Makes it look like a pup

It's got twelve cylinders
Uses them all
With an overdrive
That just won't stall

It's got a four barrel carb
Dual exhaust, 4.11 gears
You can really get lost

It's got safety tubes
And I'm not scared
The brakes are good
And the tires are fair

We left San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shining bright
Everything went fine up the Grapevine Hill
We was passing cars like
They was standing still

All of a sudden like a flick of an eye
A Cadillac sedan had passed us by
The remark was made
There's the car for me
By then the tail lights
Were all you could see

Now the fellas ribbed me for being behind
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind
I took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive

Well, I wound it up to a hundred and ten
Twist the speedometer off at the end
I had my foot feed clear to the floor
Said that's all there is
And there ain't no more

Went around a corner and I passed a truck
I whispered a prayer just for luck
Fenders was clicking the guardrail posts
The guys beside me were white as a ghost

I guess they thought I'd lost my sense
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, slow down, I see spots
The lines on the road just look like dots

Smoke was rolling out the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him
And hoped I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas

Went around a corner
With the tires in the side
You could feel the tension
Man, what a ride

I said, hold on
I've got a license to fly
And the Cadillac pulled over
And let me go by

And then all of the sudden
A rod started knocking
When down in the dips
She started to rocking

I look in my mirror
And a red light was blinking
Cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

Well, they arrested me and put me in jail
I called my pop to go my bail
He said, son, you're gonna drive me to drinking
If you don't quit driving that Hot Rod Lincoln



Credits
Writer(s): W Stevenson, Charles Ryan
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