Hot Rod Lincoln

Roger Miller

Tom original: E Capotraste: Sem capotraste Acordes: 3

(início)

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Verse 1

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Well, you heard the story of the Hot Rod race?
    A
The fatal day when the Ford and the Mercury went out to play
E
Well this is the inside story, I'm here to say
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I'm the kid that was drivin' that Model A

Verse 2

        E
I got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
A
That Model A body makes it look like a pup
         E
It's got 12 cylinders and it uses them all
        B7                       E
With an overdrive, it just won't stall

Verse 3

        E
I got a 4 by carb and a dual exhaust
     A
With 4.11 gears you can really get lost
         E
It's got safety tubes, and I'm not scared
    B7                          E
The brakes are good, and the tires are fair

Verse 4

         E
Well, we left San Pedro late one night
    A
The moon and stars was shinin' bright
E
Everything went fine up the Grapevine Hill
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Was passing cars like they was standing still

Verse 5

          E
Well then all of a sudden like the flick of an eye
  A
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
  E
A remark was made, "There's a car for me!"
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By then the taillights was all you could see

Verse 6

          E
Well, the fellas ribbed me for bein' behind
     A
So I started to make that Lincoln unwind
E
I took my foot off the gas and man alive
  B7                  E
I shoved it down into overdrive

Verse 7

        E
Well, I wound it up to 'bout a hundred-and-ten
  A
I twisted the speedometer cable off the den
             E
And I had my foot feet clear to the floor
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I said that's all there is, there ain't no more

Verse 8

        E
Well, I went around a corner and I past a truck
      A
And I whispered a prayer just for luck
E
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail post
    B7                                 E
The guy beside me looked as white as a ghost

Verse 9

  E
I guess they thought I'd lost m' sense
                      A
Telephone post like a picket fence
          E
They said slow down I see sparks
                      B7
The lines on the road look just like dots

Verse 10

E
Well, the smoke was rollin' out the back
     A
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
E
I knew I could catch him, and I hoped to pass
    B7                          E
But when I did I'd be nearly out of gas

Verse 11

       E
Well I went around the corner with the tires on the side
          A
You could feel the tension Man, what a ride
         E
I said, "Hold on, I got a license to fly!"
        B7                                E
And the Cadillac pulled over and he let me by

Verse 12

     E
Then all of a sudden the rod started knockin'
A
Went down the dip and started rockin'
E
I looked in my mirror and a red light was blinkin'
    B7                        E
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln!

Verse 13

           E
Well, they arrested me and they put me in jail
      A
And I called my pop n' to go my bail
E
He said, "Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
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If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln!"

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