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Have you heard this story of the hot rod race 
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When Fords and Lincolns was setting the pace 
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That story is true, I'm here to say 
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I was driving that Model A 

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It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up 
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That Model A body makes it look like a pup 
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It's got eight cylinders, uses them all 
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It's got overdrive, just won't stall 

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With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust 
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With 4.11 gears you can really get lost 
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It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared 
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The brakes are good, tires fair 

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Pulled out of San Pedro late one night 
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The moon and the stars was shining bright 
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We was driving up Grapevine Hill 
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Passing cars like they was 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 was ribbing me for being 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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Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten 
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My speedometer said that I 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 and 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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Took a corner, sideswiped a truck 
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Crossed my fingers just for luck 
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My fenders was clicking the guardrail posts 
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The guy beside me was white as a ghost 

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Smoke was coming from out of the back 
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When I started to gain on that Cadillac 
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Knew I could catch him, 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 coming from out of the side 
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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 

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Now all of a sudden she started to knocking 
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And down in the dips she started to rocking 
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I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinking 

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The cops was after my hot rod Lincoln 

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They arrested me and they put me in jail 
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And called my pappy to throw my bail 
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And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinking 
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If you don't stop driving that hot, rod, Lincoln!" 

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