| My pappy said, «Son, you’re gonna drive me to drinkin'
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| If you don’t stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln»
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| Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race?
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| When the Fords and the Lincolns were settin' the pace
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| That story is true, I’m here to say
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| 'Cause 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
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| It’s got eight cylinders, and use them all
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| Got overdrive, just won’t stall
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| With four barrel carbs and a dual exhaust
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| With four-eleven 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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| We pulled out of San Pedro late one night
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| The moon and the stars were shinin' bright
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| We was drivin' up on Grapevine Hill
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| Passing cars like they were standing still
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| All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
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| A Cadillac sedan passed us by
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| I said, «Boys, that’s a mark for me»
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| By then the tail light was all you could see
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| Now the fellas all 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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| Well I wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
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| My speedometer said that I’d 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, there ain’t no more
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| Now the boys all thought I’d lost my sense
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| And 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 look like dots»
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| We took a corner, sideswiped a truck
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| And I crossed my fingers just for luck
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| My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
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| And the guy beside me was white as a ghost
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| Smoke was comin' from out of the back
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| When I started to gain on that Cadillac
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| I knew I could catch him and I thought I could pass
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| Don’t you know by then we’d be low on gas
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| We had flames comin' from out of the side
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| Even feel the tension, man, what a ride
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| I said, «Look out, boys, I’ve got a license to fly»
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| And that Caddy pulled over and let us by Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
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| Down in the dips she started to rockin'
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| I looked in the mirror, red light was blinkin'
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| The cops were after my Hot Rod Lincoln
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| Well, 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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| And he said, «Son, you’re gonna drive me to drinkin'
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| If you don’t stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln» |