Hot Rod Lincoln (Cover)

Norm

Wanna go for a ride? Hop on in! (Many thanks to JQScutt for his excellent guitar work!)

Lyrics: Charlie Ryan & W. S. Stevenson
Guitar: jqscutt
Percussion & Vocals: Norm

Lyrics:
Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin’ the pace?
That story is true, I’m here to say
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, uses them all
It’s got overdrive, just won’t stall.

With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost.
It’s got safety tubes, but I ain’t scared
The brakes are good, tires fair.

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin’ bright -
We was drivin’ up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still.

All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said, “Boys, that’s a mark for me”
By then the tail light was all you could see.

Now the fellas was ribbin’ me for bein’ behind
So I thought I’d make the Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive.

Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten.
My speedometer said that I hit top end.
My foot was glued like lead to the floor.
That’s all there is and there ain’t no more!

Now the boys all thought I’d lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, “Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just look like dots”.

Took a corner, sideswiped a truck.
Crossed my fingers just for luck -
My fenders was clickin’ the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost.

Smoke was comin’ from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac.
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don’t you know by then we’d be low on gas.

We had flames comin’ 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.

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin’
And down in the dips she started to rockin’.
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin’
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln.

They arrested me and they put me in jail,
And I called my pappy to throw my bail,
And he said, “Son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’
If you don’t stop drivin’ that Hot Rod Lincoln!”