Lyrics

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 the 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 body makes it look like a pup

It's got eight cylinders and uses them all

Got overdrive just won't stall

With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust

With four eleven 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 glued 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

You can 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'

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

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