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My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
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If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln."
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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
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I was drivin' that Model A.
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It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up.
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That Model A Vitimix makes it look like a pup.
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It's got eight cylinders; uses them all.
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It's got overdrive, just won't stall.
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With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,
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With 4.11 gears you can really get lost.
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It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared.
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The brakes are good, tires fair.
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Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
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The moon and the stars was shinin' bright.
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We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
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Passing cars like they was standing still.
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All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
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A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
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I said, "Boys, that's a mark for me!"
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By then the taillight was all you could see.
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Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind,
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So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind.
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Took my foot off the gas and man alive,
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I shoved it on down into overdrive.
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Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
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My speedometer said that I hit top end.
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My foot was blue, like lead to the floor.
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That's all there is and there ain't no more.
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Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
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And telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
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They said, "Slow down! I see spots!
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The lines on the road just look like dots."
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Took a corner; sideswiped a truck,
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Crossed my fingers just for luck.
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My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts.
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The guy beside me was white as a ghost.
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Smoke was comin' from out of the back
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When I started to gain on that Cadillac.
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Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass.
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Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?
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We had flames comin' from out of the side.
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Feel the tension. Man! What a ride!
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I said, "Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly!"
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And that Caddy pulled over and let us by.
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Now all of a sudden she started to knockin',
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And down in the dips she started to rockin'.
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I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
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The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!
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They arrested me and they put me in jail.
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And called my pappy to throw my bail.
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And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
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If you don't stop drivin' that Hot... Rod... Lincoln!"
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Hot Rod Lincoln
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Johnny Bond |