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My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop
drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln."

Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod
Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace.
That story is true,
I'm here to say
I was drivin' that Model A.

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

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

Pulled out of San Pedro late one
night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright.
We was drivin' up
Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still.

All of a
sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by.
I said, "Boys,
that's a mark for me!"
By then the taillight was all you could
see.

Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind,
So I thought I'd
make the Lincoln unwind.
Took my foot off the gas and man alive,

I
shoved it on down into overdrive.

Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten
My
speedometer said that I hit top end.
My foot was blue, like lead to the
floor.
That's all there is and there ain't no more.

Now the boys all
thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket
fence.
They said, "Slow down! I see spots!
The lines on the road just
look like dots."

Took a corner; sideswiped a truck,
Crossed my
fingers just for luck.
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts.
The
guy beside me was white as a ghost.

Smoke was comin' from out of the
back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac.
Knew I could catch him, I
thought I could pass.
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas?

We
had flames comin' 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.

Now all of a sudden she started to
knockin',
And down in the dips she started to rockin'.
I looked in my
mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod
Lincoln!

They arrested me and they put me in jail.
And called my
pappy to throw my bail.
And he said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to
drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot... Rod... Lincoln!"