Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Souped-Up Ford, artist - Rory Gallagher.
Date of issue: 28.10.2021
Song language: English
Souped-Up Ford |
Take your foot off the brakes |
But you won’t stop my souped-up Ford |
Well, you can set your watch 'cause I won’t stop |
I’ve got my foot to the floor |
This greedy jeep don’t need no sleep |
Eats all the gas that you can pour |
It’s a front-wheel drive and it sound like a bee-hive |
Good Lord, that’s for sure |
I’m blowing town, not breaking down |
Can’t you hear that sound, those wheels on the ground |
I’m on my way, and I can’t stay |
Make no mistake, I’m pulling out today |
Hit that spot on the dial and wait for a while |
Till those tubes are all a-glow |
Got to be nice to the wheel, you need nerves of steel |
But you know that is no joke |
Well, I guarantee you’ll feel higher |
On those pneumatic tires |
'Cos they sure grip the road |
Keep that engine clean, feed it good gasoline |
Good Lord, that’s for sure |
I’m blowing town, I won’t be breaking down |
I’m moving down, hear those wheels hiKing the ground |
I’m on my way, I sure can’t stay |
Make no mistake, I’m leaving this town today |
No highway cop’s gonna make me stop |
What I’ve started |
'Cos I won’t be free till I get up |
And go where my heart is |
You know what it takes to try |
To catch up to my souped up Ford |
Well, make no mistake by applying the brakes |
When I say «All aboard» |
Well, you can roll up the sidewalk |
And end all the small talk |
When I shift them gears |
'Cos I won’t be back till I head down the track |
A thousand miles from here |