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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 12 cylinders, uses them all With an overdrive that just won't stall It's got a 4-barrel carb and a 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 And 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 But by then the taillight 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 down into overdrive Well, I wound it up to a 110 Twisted the speedometer cable off 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'd 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 in the back When I started gaining 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 a Cadillac pulled over and let me go by And all of a sudden, a rod started knocking When down in the dips, and 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 And called my pop to throw my bail He said, "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinking If you don't quit driving that Hot Rod Lincoln"
Writer(s): W Stevenson, Charles Ryan Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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