| Song Name: | Hot Rod Lincoln | By: | Kenny Price |
| Posted By: | WaltP | Difficulty: | Any |
| Key: | E | Genre: | 60s |
| Harp Type: | Chromatic | ||
| Created: | 2009-02-19 09:02:05 | Modified: | 0000-00-00 00:00:00 |
| Song: | HOT ROD LINCOLN
By W.S.Stevenson & Charley Ryan Kenny Price Key: E This song is spoken. The harp part is the bass Run that begins the song and can be put in as you See fit, especially where it says guitar. (1/8 notes throughout except for the last which is 1/4.) My pappy said you're gonna drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln |223*-3-4-44*-4|-5*-45*-55*-43*2| |-3-34*-566-6*6|76-6*7-6*65*-3| |-4-4-5*6-6*-6*7*-6*|-7-6*7*-77*-6*-5*-4| 665*-4665*-4|65*-46�| Now you've heard the story of the hot-rod race When the Ford and Lincoln was settin' the pace That story is true I'm here to say cause I was a drivin' that Model-A Got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up And that Model-A body makes it look like a pup Got eight cylinders'n uses them all got overdrive that just won't stall Got a four-barrel carb and dual exhaust 4-11 gears it can really get lost Got safety tubes and I'm not scared the brakes are good and the tires are fair We left San Pedro late one night the moon and the stars was shining bright Drivin' up your Grapevine hill we was passin' cars like they was standin' still [ guitar ] Now all of a sudden like the wink of an eye a Cadillac sedan passed us by I said boys this is a remark for me the taillight was all you could see Well the fellers ribbed me for bein' behind So I thought I'd make that old Lincoln unwind Took my foot off the gas and man alive I shoved it down into overdrive Well I wound her up to a hundred and ten my speedometer cable hit the end My foot keyed clear to the floor said that's all there is there ain't no more Now boys they'd thought I'd lost my sense The telephone poles looked like a picket fence Said slow down I see spots the lines on the road they looked like dots Went around a corner and I passed a truck I crossed my fingers just for luck My fenders clickin' a guardrail post'n guys beside me white as a ghost [ guitar ] Well smoke was comin' outta the back when I started to gain on that Cadillac I knew I could catch him and hoped I could pass but when I did I'd be outta gas Went around a corner 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 let me by Now all of a sudden the rods started knockin' down in the dip it started rockin' I looked in the mirror the red lights was blinkin' the cops was after my hot rod Lincoln They arrested me and put me in jail I called my pop to go my bail He said son you're gonna drive me to drinkin' If you don't stop drivin' that hot rod Lincoln |
