Hot Rod Lincoln
Words & Music:
Charlie Ryan
[n.c. - spoken]
My pappy said, "Son,
you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that
Hot Rod Lincoln."
[riff tab by Bruce Bowling]
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Have you heard this story of
the Hot Rod Race,
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When Fords and Lincolns was
settin' the pace?
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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, 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 and 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 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!"