HOT ROD LINCOLN
Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen

SPOKEN:
My pappy said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinking
If you don't stop driving that Hot Rod Lincoln"

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VERSE 1:
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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

VERSE 2:
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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

VERSE 3:
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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

VERSE 4:
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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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VERSE 5:
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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

VERSE 6:
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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

VERSE 7:
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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

VERSE 8:
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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"

VERSE 9:
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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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VERSE 10:
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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

VERSE 11:
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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

VERSE 12:
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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

VERSE 13:
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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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