Hot Rod Lincoln

George Thorogood

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    My pappy said "son, you gonna drive me to drinkin'
    If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln"

    Have you heard the story about the hot rod race
    Where the Fords and the Lincolns were settin' the pace?
    That story's true, I'm here to say
    I was a 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 and uses 'em all
    Got overdrive, just won't stall

    With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
    With 4-11 gears you can really get lost
    Got safety tubes but I ain't scared
    The brakes are good, tires fair

    Pulled outta San Pedro late one night
    The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
    We was drivin' up Grapevine hill
    Passin' cars like they was standin' still

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    All of a sudden in the wink of an eye
    Cadillac sedan passed us by
    I said "boys, that's the mark for me"
    By then the tailight was all you could see

    Now the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind
    So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
    Took my foot off the gas 'n' man alive
    I shoved it on down into overdrive

    Wound it up to a hunderd an' ten
    My speedometer said that I hit top end
    My foot was glued like lead to the floor
    That's all there is an' there ain't no more

    Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
    Them telephone poles looked like a picket fence
    They said "slow down, I see spots!"
    The lines on the road just looked like dots

    Took a corner 'n' side-swiped 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 outta the back
    When started t' gain on that Cacillac
    Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
    Don't cha by then we'd be low on gas

    We had flames comin' from outta the side
    You could feel the tension, man whatta ride
    I said "look out boys, I got a license to fly"
    And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

    Now all of a sudden she started knockin'
    Down in the dip she started to rock
    And I looked in the mirror, a red light was blinkin'
    The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

    They arrested me and they put me in jail
    And they 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"

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