Roger Miller – Hot Rod Lincoln (Guitar)

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Well, you heard the story of the Hot Rod race?

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The fatal day when the Ford and the Mercury went out to play

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Well this is the inside story, I'm here to say

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I'm the kid that was drivin' that Model A

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I 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 12 cylinders and it uses them all

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With an overdrive, it just won't stall

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I got a 4 by 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, and I'm not scared

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The brakes are good, and the tires are fair

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Well, we left San Pedro late one night

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The moon and stars was shinin' bright

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Everything went fine up the Grapevine Hill

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Was passing cars like they was standing still

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Well then all of a sudden like the flick of an eye

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A Cadillac sedan passed us by

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A remark was made, "There's a car for me!"

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By then the taillights was all you could see

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Well, the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind

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So I started to make that Lincoln unwind

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I took my foot off the gas and man alive

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I shoved it down into overdrive

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Well, I wound it up to 'bout a hundred-and-ten

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I twisted the speedometer cable off the den

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And I had my foot feet clear to the floor

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I said that's all there is, there ain't no more

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Well, I went around a corner and I past a truck

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And I whispered a prayer just for luck

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My fenders was clickin' the guardrail post

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The guy beside me looked as white as a ghost

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I guess they thought I'd lost m' sense

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Telephone post like a picket fence

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They said slow down I see sparks

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The lines on the road look just like dots

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Well, the smoke was rollin' out the back

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When I started to gain on that Cadillac

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I knew I could catch him, and I hoped to pass

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But when I did I'd be nearly out of gas

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Well I went around the corner with the tires on the side

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You could feel the tension Man, what a ride

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I said, "Hold on, I got a license to fly!"

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And the Cadillac pulled over and he let me by

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Then all of a sudden the rod started knockin'

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Went down the dip and started rockin'

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I looked in my mirror and a red light was blinkin'

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The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!

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Well, they arrested me and they put me in jail

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And I called my pop n' to go my bail

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He said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'

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If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln!"