title: Hot Rod Lincolnkey: 60sharp type: Chromaticgenre: Eskill: AnyBy W.S.Stevenson & Charley RyanKenny PriceKey: EThis song is spoken. The harp part is the bassRun that begins the song and can be put in as youSee 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 raceWhen the Ford and Lincoln was settin’ the paceThat story is true I’m here to saycause I was a drivin’ that Model-AGot a Lincoln motor and it’s really souped upAnd that Model-A body makes it look like a pupGot eight cylinders’n uses them allgot overdrive that just won’t stallGot a four-barrel carb and dual exhaust4-11 gears it can really get lostGot safety tubes and I’m not scaredthe brakes are good and the tires are fairWe left San Pedro late one nightthe moon and the stars was shining brightDrivin’ up your Grapevine hillwe was passin’ cars like they was standin’ stillNow all of a sudden like the wink of an eyea Cadillac sedan passed us byI said boys this is a remark for methe taillight was all you could seeWell the fellers ribbed me for bein’ behindSo I thought I’d make that old Lincoln unwindTook my foot off the gas and man aliveI shoved it down into overdriveWell I wound her up to a hundred and tenmy speedometer cable hit the endMy foot keyed clear to the floorsaid that’s all there is there ain’t no moreNow boys they’d thought I’d lost my senseThe telephone poles looked like a picket fenceSaid slow down I see spotsthe lines on the road they looked like dotsWent around a corner and I passed a truckI crossed my fingers just for luckMy fenders clickin’ a guardrail post’n guys beside mewhite as a ghostWell smoke was comin’ outta the backwhen I started to gain on that CadillacI knew I could catch him and hoped I could passbut when I did I’d be outta gasWent around a corner the tires on the sideyou could feel the tension man what a rideI said hold on I got a license to flyand the Cadillac pulled over and let me byNow 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 LincolnThey arrested me and put me in jailI called my pop to go my bailHe said son you’re gonna drive me to drinkin’If you don’t stop drivin’ that hot rod Lincoln