Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Hot Rod Lincoln, artist - Pat Travers. Album song Pat Travers, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.1975
Record label: A Republic Records release;
Song language: English
Hot Rod Lincoln |
Have you heard the story of the hot rod race, |
where the Fords and Lincolns were settin' the pace? |
That story is true, I’m here to say, |
that 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. |
It’s got eight cylinders and uses 'em all, |
got overdrive that 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 settin' still. |
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 boys ribbed me for bein' behind, |
so I thought I’d make the Lincoln unwind. |
Took my foot off the gas and man alive, |
I shoved it on down into overdrive. |
Wound it up to a hunderd and ten, |
my speedometer said that I 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, |
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 and 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 I started to gain on that Cadillac. |
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass, |
don’tcha know by then we’d be low on gas. |
We had flames comin' from outta the tires, |
you could feel the tension, man what a 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 rockin' |
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, |
They called my pappy to throw my bail, |
He said «Son you’re gonna drive me to drinkin' |
if you don’t stop ridin' that hot rod Lincoln. |