Hot Rod Lincoln
Commander CodyVersion1
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Chords in this song
Strum
D-DU-UDU
Have you heard this story of the hot rod race
When Fords and Lincolns was setting the pace
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was driving 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, uses them all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall
With a 4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
With 4.11 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 shining bright
We was driving 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 tail light was all you could see
Now the fellas was ribbing me for being 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 clicking the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost
Smoke was coming 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 coming from out of the side
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 knocking
And down in the dips she started to rocking
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinking
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 drinking
If you don't stop driving that hot, rod, Lincoln!"
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Readable chord sheet for Hot Rod Lincoln by Commander Cody
[E] [A7] [E] [B7] [E]Have you heard this story of the hot rod race When [A7]Fords and Lincolns was setting the pace That [E]story is true, I'm here to say [B7]I was driving that Model [E]A It's got a [E]Lincoln motor and it's really souped up That [A7]Model A body makes it look like a pup It's got [E]eight cylinders, uses them all It's got [B7]overdrive, just won't [E]stall With a [E]4-barrel carb and a dual exhaust With [A7]4.11 gears you can really get lost It's got [E]safety tubes, but I ain't scared The [B7]brakes are good, tires [E]fair [E]Pulled out of San Pedro late one night The [A7]moon and the stars was shining bright We was [E]driving up Grapevine Hill [B7]Passing cars like they was standing [E]still [E] [A7] [E] [B7] [E]All of a sudden in a wink of an eye A [A7]Cadillac sedan passed us by I said, "[E]Boys, that's a mark for me" By [B7]then the tail light was all you could [E]see Now the [E]fellas was ribbing me for being behind So I [A7]thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind Took my [E]foot off the gas and man alive I [B7]shoved it on down into over[E]drive [E]Wound it up to a hundred-and-ten My [A7]speedometer said that I hit top end My [E]foot was glued like lead to the floor That's [B7]all there is and there ain't no [E]more [E]Now the boys all thought I'd lost my sense And [A7]telephone poles looked like a picket fence They [E]said, "Slow down! I see spots! The [B7]lines on the road just look like [E]dots" [E]Took a corner, sideswiped a truck [A7]Crossed my fingers just for luck My [E]fenders was clicking the guardrail posts The [B7]guy beside me was white as a [E]ghost [E] [A7] [E] [B7] [E]Smoke was coming from out of the back When I [A7]started to gain on that Cadillac [E]Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass Don't you [B7]know by then we'd be low on [E]gas We had [E]flames coming from out of the side Feel the [A7]tension, man, what a ride! I said, "[E]Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly" And that [B7]Caddy pulled over and let us [E]by [E]Now all of a sudden she started to knocking And [A7]down in the dips she started to rocking I [E]looked in my mirror; a red light was blinking The [B7]cops was after my hot rod [E]Lincoln [E]They arrested me and they put me in jail And [A7]called my pappy to throw my bail And he [E]said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinking If you [B7]don't stop driving that hot, rod, [E]Lincoln!" [E] [A7] [E] [B7]