Deadman’s Curve

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Deadman’s Curve

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[Verse 1] The street was deserted late Friday night We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light We both popped our clutch when the light turned green You shoulda heard the whine from my screaming machine I flew past La Bream down to Crescent Heights And all the Jag could see were my six taillights He passed me at Doheny and I started to swerve But I pulled her out and there we were At Deadman's curve [Chorus] Deadman's Curve is no place to play Deadman's Curve [Verse 2: Spoken] ("Well, the last thing I remember, Doc., I started to swerve. And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve. I know I'll never forget that horrible sight. I found out for myself that everyone was right.") [Chorus] Won't come back from Deadman's Curve Deadman's Curve is no place to play Deadman's Curve, you best keep away (Deadman's Curve) Deadman's Curve, I can hear them say Won't come back from Deadman's Curve

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Writers
  • Artie Kornfeld
  • Roger Christian
  • Jan Berry