by Commander Cody
and His Lost Planet Airmen
| Intro |
| 4 Bass Drum Beats, then Spoken (to beat) |
| Intro | C# | F#7 | G#7 | C# |
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| Have you h | eard this story of the hot rod race |
| F#7 | |
| When F | ords and Lincolns was setting the pace |
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| That s | tory is true, I'm here to say |
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| I was d | riving that Model A |
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| It's got a L | incoln motor and it's really souped up |
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| That M | odel 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 m | oon and the stars was shining bright |
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| We was d | riving up Grapevine Hill |
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| Passing cars like they was standing still |
| Interlude | C# | F#7 | G#7 | C# |
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| All of a sudden in a wink of an eye |
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| A C | adillac 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 |
| F#7 |
| Crossed my fingers just for luck |
| G#7 | |
| My | fenders was clicking the guardrail posts |
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| The | guy beside me was white as a ghost |
| Interlude | C# | F#7 | G#7 | C# |
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| Smoke was coming from out of the back |
| F#7 | |
| 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 |
| G#7 | |
| 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!" |
| Outro | C# | F#7 | G#7 | C# |