Souped-Up Ford (Live From The Brighton Dome, 21st January 1977)

Lyrics by：Gallagher

Take your foot off the brakes

But you won't stop my souped-up Ford

Well you can set your watch 'cause I won't stop

I've got my foot to the floor

This greedy jeep don't need no sleep

Eats all the gas that you can pour

It's a front-wheel drive and it sound like a bee-hive

Good Lord that's for sure

I'm blowing town not breaking down

Can't you hear that sound those wheels on the ground

I'm on my way and I can't stay

Make no mistake I'm pulling out today

Hit that spot on the dial and wait for a while

Till those tubes are all a-glow

Got to be nice to the wheel you need nerves of steel

But you know that is no joke

Well I guarantee you'll feel higher

On those pneumatic tires

'Cos they sure grip the road

Keep that engine clean feed it good gasoline

Good Lord that's for sure

I'm blowing town I won't be breaking down

I'm moving down hear those wheels hiKing the ground

I'm on my way I sure can't stay

Make no mistake I'm leaving this town today

No highway cop's gonna make me stop

What I've started

'Cos I won't be free till I get up

And go where my heart is

You know what it takes to try

To catch up to my souped up Ford

Well make no mistake by applying the brakes

When I say All aboard

Well you can roll up the sidewalk

And end all the small talk

When I shift them gears

'Cos I won't be back till I head down the track

A thousand miles from here