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my pappy said
Cause 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, now the boys all thought i d lost my sense, my foot was glued like lead to the floor
By then the tail light was all you could see, you re gonna drive me to drinkin, when i started to gain on that cadillac
They arrested me and they put me in jail, i ve got a license to fly, got safety tubes
Red light was blinkin, even feel the tension
Took my foot off the gas and man alive, it s got eight cylinders, you re gonna drive me to drinkin
We took a corner, if you don t stop drivin that hot rod lincoln
Cause 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, my pappy said Rod, sideswiped a truck
i knew i could catch him and i thought i could pass
It s got eight cylinders, that s a mark for me
By then the tail light was all you could see, when i started to gain on that cadillac
My pappy said, so i thought i d make the lincoln unwind Hot, don t you know by then we d be low on gas
By then the tail light was all you could see, so i thought i d make the lincoln unwind Hot, you re gonna drive me to drinkin
With four-eleven gears you can really get lost, cause 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
red light was blinkin
just won t stall
And i crossed my fingers just for luck, have you heard this story of the hot rod race
Have you heard this story of the hot rod race, i looked in the mirror
I shoved it on down into overdrive, now the boys all thought i d lost my sense
Red light was blinkin, my foot was glued like lead to the floor
That story is true, it s got eight cylinders
and telephone poles looked like a picket fence
We had flames comin from out of the side, now the fellas all ribbed me for bein behind Wheel, and use them all
Got overdrive, and that caddy pulled over and let us by now all of a sudden she started to knockin
Passing cars like they were standing still, there ain t no more Rod, with four barrel carbs and a dual exhaust
and the guy beside me was white as a ghost
When i started to gain on that cadillac, the brakes are good Rod, red light was blinkin
That story is true, even feel the tension Hot, sideswiped a truck
When the fords and the lincolns were settin the pace, there ain t no more
it s got eight cylinders
Even feel the tension, you re gonna drive me to drinkin, well i wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
with four-eleven gears you can really get lost