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Kenny Price

Genres: Country

Hot Rod Lincoln Lyrics - Kenny Price

Hot Rod Lincoln 

 

My pappy said, son, you're gonna drive me to drinkin' 

If you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln 

[ guitar ] 

 

Now you've heard the story of the hot-rod race 

When the Ford and Lincoln was settin' the pace 

That story's true I'm here to say 

cause I was drivin' that Model-A 

 

Got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up 

that Model-A body makes it look like a pup 

Got eight cylinders'n uses them all 

got overdrive, just won't stall 

 

Got a four-barrel carb and dual exhaust 

4-11 gears it can really get lost 

Got safety tubes but I'm not scared 

the brakes are good, tires fair 

 

Was out on San Pedro late one night 

the moon and the stars was shining bright 

We were drivin' up on Grapevine hill 

passin' cars like they was standin' still 

 

[ guitar ] 

 

Now all of a sudden in the wink of an eye 

a Cadillac sedan passed us by 

I said boys that's a mark for me 

By then, the taillights was all you could see 

 

Well the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind 

So I thought I'd make that Lincoln unwind 

Took my foot off the gas and man alive 

I shoved it down into overdrive 

 

Well I wound her up to a hundred and ten 

my speedometer said I'd 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 

The telephone poles looked like a picket fence 

They said slow down I see spots 

the lines on the road just looked like dots 

 

Went around a corner and passed a truck 

I crossed my fingers just for luck 

My fenders was clickin' the guard rail post 

The guy beside me was white as a ghost 

 

[ guitar ] 

 

Well smoke was comin' outta the back 

when I started to gain on that Cadillac 

I knew I could catch him, thought I could pass 

Don't ya know by then we'd be low on gas 

 

Went around a corner, side-swiped the side 

you could feel the tension man what a ride 

I said hold on boys, I got a license to fly 

and the Caddy pulled over and let me by 

 

Now all of a sudden the rods started knockin' 

and down in the dip she started a'rockin' 

I looked in the mirror, red lights was blinkin' 

the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln 

 

They arrested me and 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 

 

[ guitar ] 

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