Hot Rod Race

Hot Rod Race - Ramblin' Jimmie Dolan

Written by：George Wilson

Now me and my wife and my brother joe

Took off in my ford from san pedro

We hadn't much gasn' the tires was low

But the doggone ford could really go

Now along about the middle of the night

We were rippin' along like white folks might

When a mercury behind he blinked his lights

And he honked his horn and he flew outside

We had twin pipes and a columbia butt

You people may 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 spots outta many good town

And left the cops heads spinnin' round 'n' round

They wouldn't chase they'd run and hide

But me and that mercury stayed side by side

I looked down at my lovely bride

Her face was blue I thought she'd died

We left streaks through towns 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 was still neck and neck

Now on through the deserts we did glide

A flyin' low and a flyin' wide

Me an' that mercury was a takin' a ride

And we stayed exactly side by side

Looked in my mirror and I saw somethin' comin'

I thought it was a plane by the way it was a runnin'

A 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

The guy in the mercury had nothin' to say

I was a sweet bruk

Was kid in a hopped up model a

Year just a hopped up model a