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My pappy said you`re gonna drive me to drinkin`
If you don`t stop drivin` that hot rod Lincoln<BR>

Now you`ve heard the story of the hot-rod race
When the Ford and Lincoln was settin` the pace
That story is true I`m here to say cause I was a drivin` that Model-A
Got a Lincoln motor and it`s really souped up
And that Model-A body makes it look like a pup
Got eight cylinders`n uses them all got overdrive that just won`t stall
Got a four-barrel carb and dual exhaust 4-11 gears it can really get lost
Got safety tubes and I`m not scared the brakes are good and the tires are fair
We left San Pedro late one night the moon and the stars was shining bright
Drivin` up your Grapevine hill we was passin` cars like they was standin` still
[ guitar ]
Now all of a sudden like the wink of an eye a Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said boys this is a remark for me the taillight was all you could see
Well the fellers ribbed me for bein` behind
So I thought I`d make that old 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 cable hit the end
My foot keyed clear to the floor said that`s all there is there ain`t no more
Now boys they`d thought I`d lost my sense
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence
Said slow down I see spots the lines on the road they looked like dots
Went around a corner and I passed a truck I crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders clickin` a guardrail post`n guys beside me 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 and hoped I could pass but when I did I`d be outta gas
Went around a corner the tires on the side you could feel the tension man what a ride
I said hold on I got a license to fly and the Cadillac pulled over and let me by
Now all of a sudden the rods started knockin` down in the dip it started rockin`
I looked in the mirror the red lights was blinkin` the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln
They arrested me and put me in jail I called my pop to go my bail
He said son you`re gonna drive me to drinkin`
If you don`t stop drivin` that hot rod Lincoln

My pappy said you`re gonna drive me to drinkin`
If you don`t stop drivin` that hot rod Lincoln<BR>

Now you`ve heard the story of the hot-rod race
When the Ford and Lincoln was settin` the pace
That story is true I`m here to say cause I was a drivin` that Model-A
Got a Lincoln motor and it`s really souped up
And that Model-A body makes it look like a pup
Got eight cylinders`n uses them all got overdrive that just won`t stall
Got a four-barrel carb and dual exhaust 4-11 gears it can really get lost
Got safety tubes and I`m not scared the brakes are good and the tires are fair
We left San Pedro late one night the moon and the stars was shining bright
Drivin` up your Grapevine hill we was passin` cars like they was standin` still
[ guitar ]
Now all of a sudden like the wink of an eye a Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said boys this is a remark for me the taillight was all you could see
Well the fellers ribbed me for bein` behind
So I thought I`d make that old 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 cable hit the end
My foot keyed clear to the floor said that`s all there is there ain`t no more
Now boys they`d thought I`d lost my sense
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence
Said slow down I see spots the lines on the road they looked like dots
Went around a corner and I passed a truck I crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders clickin` a guardrail post`n guys beside me 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 and hoped I could pass but when I did I`d be outta gas
Went around a corner the tires on the side you could feel the tension man what a ride
I said hold on I got a license to fly and the Cadillac pulled over and let me by
Now all of a sudden the rods started knockin` down in the dip it started rockin`
I looked in the mirror the red lights was blinkin` the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln
They arrested me and put me in jail I called my pop to go my bail
He said son you`re gonna drive me to drinkin`
If you don`t stop drivin` that hot rod Lincoln

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