Hot Rod Lincoln lyrics - All

My pappy said, “Son you´re gonna drive me to drinkin´
If you don´t stop driving that hot rod Lincoln.

Have you heard the story of the hot rod race
Where the Fords and Lincolns were setting the pace?
Well, that story is true ´cause I´m here to say
I was driving that Model A.

It´s got a Lincoln motor, and it´s really souped up,
And that Model A body makes it look like a pup.
It´s got eight cylinders, uses them all.
It´s got overdrive, just won´t stall.

It´s got a four barrel carb, and a dual exhaust;
With four, eleven gears you can really get lost.
It´s got safety tubes, but I ain´t scared,
Breaks are good, tires fair.

Pulling out of San Pedro late one night
With the moon and the stars just shining bright.
We was headed up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they were standing still.

All of the sudden, in the wink of an eye,
A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said, “Boys this ones marked for me.”
But by then the tail lights was all you could see.

Now the fellas rid me for being behind
So I thought I´d let that Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive.

Wound it on up to 110
My speedometer said I hit top end.
My foot was glued like lead to the floor.
And that´s all there is, and there ain´t no more.

Now the boys all thought that I´d lost my sense.
Those telephone poles looked like a picket fence.
They said, “Slow down I see spots!”
The lines on the road just looked like dots.

Took a corner, sideswiped a truck.
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clicking the guard rail post.
The guy beside was white as a ghost.

We had smoke coming from out of the back
When we started to gain on that Cadillac.
I knew I could catch him. I thought I could pass.
Don´t you know by then we´d be low on gas!

I had flames coming from out of the side.
Feel the tension, man what a ride.
I said “look out boys. I´ve got a license to fly.”
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by.

All of the sudden she started knocking.
Down in the dips she started rocking.
I looked in the mirror. Red lights were blinking´.
The cops were after my hot rod Lincoln.

They arrested me and they put me in jail.
Called my pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, “Son you´re gonna drive me to drinkin´
If you don´t stop driving that hot rod Lincoln.”