Lyrics




Now you've heard the story of the hot rod race
When the Ford and the Mercury was set in a pace
That story's true I'm here to say
Cause I was the driver of 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 use 'em all
With an overdrive that just won't stall
Got a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
Four-eleven gears that 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 were shining bright
Everything went fine up the Grapevine Hill
We was passing cars like they was standing still
Then all of a sudden like the flick of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
The remark was made, "That's the car for me,"
But to them the taillight was all you could see
Well the fellers ribbed me for being behind
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it down into overdrive
Well I wound it up to a hundred and ten
Twisted the speedometer cable off the end
I had my foot feet clear to the floor
Says, "That's all there is, there ain't no more"
Went around a corner and I passed a truck
I crossed my fingers just for luck
The fender's clicking, the guardrail posts
The guys beside me white as a ghost
I guess they thought I'd lost my sense
The telephone poles looked like a picket fence
I said, "Slow down, I see spots
The lines in the road, they just look like dots"
Smoke was rolling out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
I knew I could catch him and I hope I could pass
But when I did I'd be short on gas
Went around the corner with 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
Then all of a sudden the rod started knocking
Down in the dip she started to rocking
I looked in the mirror and the red light was blinking
The cops was after my hot rod Lincoln
Well they arrested me and they put me in jail
I called my pops to go my bail
He said, "Son, you're gonna drive me to drinking
If you don't quit driving that hot rod Lincoln"



Writer(s): W Stevenson, Charles Ryan


Johnny Bond - The Very Best Of
Album The Very Best Of
date of release
01-01-2011

1   Alabama Boogie Boy
2   Fast Women And Sloe Gin
3   Honky-Tonk Fever
4   Hot Rod Lincoln
5   Cimarron
6   The Daughter Of Jole Blon
7   Whoopee Ti Yi Yo
8   Oklahoma Hills
9   Keep Your Cotton-Pickin' Hands Off My Gal
10   I Like My Chicken Fryin' Size
11   Smoke! Smoke! Smoke! (That Cigarette)
12   I Wonder Where You Are
13   Barrel House Bessie
14   Red River Valley
15   I'm Gonna Be Long Gone (When I Go Away)
16   The First Rose
17   I'm Pounding The Rails Again
18   Rock My Cradle Again
19   Too Many Years Too Late
20   A Pedal From A Faded Rose
21   Wildcat Boogie
22   Fat Gal
23   Drowning My Sorrows
24   Fort Worth
25   Oklahoma Waltz
26   Bartender Blues
27   Put Me To Bed
28   Time Changes
29   Lonesome Train
30   What Would You Do If You Were Me
31   I'll Step Aside
32   Louisiana Swing
33   Divorce Me C.O.D.
34   Rainbow At Midnight
35   So Round, so Firm, so Fully Packed




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