County Line

It was a ten miles stretch on a Pennsylvania road
A sky blue Jaguar and a Thunderbird Ford
The Jaguar setting on 99
Tryin' to beat the Bird to the county line

Just a half a mile from Ludenville
They had a speed sign sitting at the top of the hill
Said, "35 miles and stay in line"
But the Jaguar and Thunderbird never made to sign

Look out

Ludenville was a real small town
Just a 102 and nine acres of ground
Some stool pigeon put the county sheriff wise
Told him, "Park down in Ludenville and catch 'em guys"

Sheriff laid low, half hid in the weeds
He sat for eight days, didn't nobody speed
A cloud of dust came appearing up the road
Here come the Jaguar and Thunderbird Ford

Here they come

Old Sheriff doubled clutched second, put it in third
Turned around and went after the Thunderbird
He knew he'd get a bonus and a big fat fine
If he could catch 'em 'fore they crossed that county line

The Sheriff used to drive his car a hundred and ten
And if he aimed to get 'em, he'd have to do it again
The crest of the hill, he's 'bout a mile behind
There wasn't but three more miles to the county line

You better run

Old Sheriff he was countin' on the downward grade
And with the wind behind him, he'd do a hundred in the shade
The Thunderbird saw the Sheriff gainin' speed
Put his foot to the four and pulled up to the lead

Jaguar said, "You ain't won the race yet"
And pulled back around the Bird like a sabre jet
The Sheriff's doin' better than a hundred and nine
But hit the bumper with the Bird when they cross the line