| Have you heard the story of the hot rod race,
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| where the Fords and Lincolns were settin' the pace?
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| That story is true, I’m here to say,
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| that 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 body makes it look like a pup.
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| It’s got eight cylinders and uses 'em all,
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| got overdrive that just won’t stall.
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| With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust,
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| with 4−11 gears you can really get lost.
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| Got safety tubes but I ain’t scared,
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| the brakes are good, tires fair.
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| Pulled outta 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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| passin' cars like they was settin' still.
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| All of a sudden in the wink of an eye,
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| Cadillac sedan passed us by.
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| I said «Boys that’s the mark for me,»
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| by then the tailight was all you could see.
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| Now the boys ribbed 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 hunderd and ten,
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| my speedometer said that I hit top end.
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| My foot was glued 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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| them 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 looked like dots.
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| Took a corner and side-swiped 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 outta 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’tcha know by then we’d be low on gas.
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| We had flames comin' from outta the tires,
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| you could feel the tension, man what a ride.
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| I said «look out boys, I 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 knockin'
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| down in the dip she started to rockin'
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| And I looked in the 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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| They called my pappy to throw my bail,
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| He said «Son you’re gonna drive me to drinkin'
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| if you don’t stop ridin' that hot rod Lincoln. |