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letra de hot rod lincoln - roger miller

well, you heard the story of the hot rod race?
the fatal day when the ford and the mercury went out to play
well this is the inside story, i’m here to say
i’m the kid that was drivin’ that model a
i got a lincoln motor and it’s really souped up
that model a body makes it look like a pup
it’s got 12 cylinders and it uses them all
with an overdrive, it just won’t stall
i got a 4 barrel carb and a dual exhaust
with 4.11 gears you can really get lost
it’s got safety tubes, and i’m not scared
the brakes are good, and the tires are fair
well, we left san pedro late one night
the moon and stars was shinin’ bright
everything went fine up the grapevine hill
was passing cars like they was standing still
well then all of a sudden like the fl!ck of an eye
a cadillac sedan passed us by
a remark was made, “there’s a car for me!”
by then the taillights was all you could see
well, the fellas ribbed me for bein’ behind
so i started to make that lincoln unwind
i took my foot off the gas and man alive
i shoved it down into overdrive
well, i wound it up to ’bout a hundred-and-ten
i twisted the speedometer cable off the end
and i had my foot feet clear to the floor
i said that’s all there is, there ain’t no more
well, i went around a corner and i past a truck
and i whispered a prayer just for luck
my fenders was cl!ckin’ the guardrail post
the guy beside me looked as white as a ghost
i guess they thought i’d lost m’ sense
telephone post like a picket fence
they said slow down i see sparks
the lines on the road look just like dots
well, the smoke was rollin’ out the back
when i started to gain on that cadillac
i knew i could catch him, and i hoped to pass
but when i did i’d be nearly out of gas
well i went around the corner with the tires on the side
you could feel the tension man, what a ride
i said, “hold on, i got a license to fly!”
and the cadillac pulled over and he let me by
then all of a sudden the rod started knockin’
went down the dip and started rockin’
i looked in my mirror and a red light was blinkin’
the cops was after my hot rod lincoln!
well, they arrested me and they put me in jail
and i called my pop n’ to go my bail
he said, “son, you’re gonna’ drive me to drinkin’
if you don’t stop drivin’ that hot rod lincoln!”

- roger miller

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