Hot Rod Race

Album cover art for "Hot Rod Race" by Ramblin’ Jimmie Dolan

Ramblin’ Jimmie Dolan - Country, Rockabilly

Hot Rod Race

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Now me and my wife and my brother Joe Took off in my Ford from San Pedro We hadn't much gas and the tyres were low But that doggone Ford could really go Now long about the middle of the night We were ripping along like plain folks might When a Mercury behind me blinked his lights And he honked his horn and he flew outside We had twin pipes and the Columbia butts You folks might think that I'm in a rut But to you folks who don't dig the jive That's two carburetors and an overdrive We made grease sparks out of many good towns And left thе cops' heads spinnin' round and round They wouldn't chase, thеy'd run and hide But me and that Mercury stayed side by side Now we were Ford men and we likely knew That we would race until something blew And we thought it over Now wouldn't you? I looked down at my lovely bride Her face was blue, I thought she'd died We left streaks through town about forty feet wide But me and that Mercury stayed side by side My brother was pale, he said he was sick He said he was just a nervous wreck But why should I worry, for what the heck Me and that Mercury were still neck and neck Now on through the deserts we did glide And a-flyin' low and a-flyin' wide Me and that Mercury was a-takin' a ride And we stayed exactly side by side Then I looked in the mirror and I saw somethin' comin' And I thought it was a plane by the way it was a-runnin' Hummin' along at a terrible pace And I knew right then it was the end of the race When it flew by us I turned the other way And the guy in the Mercury had nothin' to say For it was a kid in a hopped up model "A" Yeah, just a hopped up model "A"

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  • George Wilson (Rockabilly)