Hot Rod Lincoln Commander Cody and His Lost Planet Airmen, and others

My Pappy said, Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that Hot Rod Lincoln

Have you heard this story of the Hot Rod Race
When Fords and Lincolns was settin' the pace
That story is true, I'm here to say
I was drivin' that Model A

It's got a Lincoln motor and it's really souped up
That Model A Vitimix makes it look like a pup
It's got eight cylinders and uses them all
It's got overdrive, just won't stall

With a four-barrel carb and a dual exhaust
And four-eleven gears you can really get lost
It's got safety tubes, but I ain't scared
The brakes are good, tires fair

Pulled out of San Pedro late one night
The moon and the stars was shinin' bright
We was drivin' up Grapevine Hill
Passing cars like they was standing still

All of a sudden in a wink of an eye
A Cadillac sedan passed us by
I said, Boys, that's a mark for me
By then the tail light was all you could see

Now the fellas was ribbin' me for bein' behind
So I thought I'd make the Lincoln unwind
Took my foot off the gas and man alive
I shoved it on down into overdrive

Wound it up to a hundred and ten
My speedometer said that I hit top end
My foot was glued like lead to the floor
That's all there is and there ain't no more

Now, the boys all thought I'd lost my sense
And telephone poles looked like a picket fence
They said, slow down, I see spots
The lines on the road just look like dots

Took a corner; sideswiped a truck
Crossed my fingers just for luck
My fenders was clickin' the guardrail posts
The guy beside me was white as a ghost

Smoke was comin' from out of the back
When I started to gain on that Cadillac
Knew I could catch him, I thought I could pass
Don't you know by then we'd be low on gas

We had flames comin' from out of the side
Feel the tension, man, what a ride
I said, Look out, boys, I've got a license to fly
And that Caddy pulled over and let us by

Now all of a sudden she started to knockin'
And down in the dips she started to rockin'
I looked in my mirror; a red light was blinkin'
The cops was after my Hot Rod Lincoln

They arrested me and they put me in jail
And called my Pappy to throw my bail
And he said, Son, you're gonna' drive me to drinkin'
If you don't stop drivin' that

Hot ... Rod ... Lincoln

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CROSSROADS....Written by Robert Johnson.......Sung by Cream

I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
I went down to the crossroads, fell down on my knees.
Asked the Lord above for mercy, "Help me if you please."

I went down to the crossroads, tried to flag a ride.
I went down to the drossroads, tried to flag a ride.
Nobody seemed to know me, everybody passed me by.

I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
I'm going down to Rosedale, take my rider by my side.
You can still barrelhouse baby, on the riverside.

You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
You can run, you can run, tell my friend-boy Willie Brown.
And I'm standing at the crossroad, believe I'm sinking down.

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TOBACCO  ROAD....The Nashville Teens

I was born in a trunk.
Mama died and my daddy got drunk.
Left me here to die alone
In the middle of Tobacco Road.

Growin' up rusty shack,
all I had was hangin' on my back.
Only you know how I loathe
this place called Tobacco Road.

But it's home, the only life I ever known.
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.

Gonna leave, get a job
with some help and the grace from above.
Save some money, get rich and old,
bring it back to Tobacco Road.

But it's home, the only life I ever known.
Only you know how I loathe Tobacco Road.

Bring that dynamite and a crane,
blow it up, start all over again.
Build a town, be proud to show.
Gives the name Tobacco Road.

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RAPID ROY  (The Stock Car Boy) .....Jim Croce

Oh Rapid Roy taht stock car boy
He too much to believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He's the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin' shine outta Alabam'
Oh the demolition derby
And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin' from the man
In Oklahoma City
With a 500 gallon tank

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much to believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another ne that just say hey
And every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

Yeah Roy so cool
That racin' fool he don't know what fear's about
He do a hundred thirty miles an hour
Smilin' at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home
Name of Dixi Dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear 'em screamin'
For that dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much to believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say baby
He got another one that just say hey
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

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BIG WHEEL   ................Jim Croce

Big wheel, don'yt you roll
Big wheel, don't you whine
Through the night as I'm runnin' down the road
Big semi, don't you stop, 'cause if you do I'm not
Gonna make it back to Baltimore with my load

Well, the truckstop's warm and friendly
And the coffee keeps me up
And the waitress there would like to waste my time
But I'll have to pass it by
And it's down the road I'll fly
Just a racin' with that pocket watch of mine

Big wheel, don't you roll
Big wheel, don't you whine
Through the night as I'm runnin' down the road 
Big semi, don't you stop, 'cause if you do I'm not 
Gonna it back to Baltimore with my load

Smoke a-puffin', tires a-hummin'
Burnin' up the road 
Countin' road signs and the miles left to Baltimore  
One eye out for the weighin' stations 
One for radar traps  
They can't stop me, 'cause my plans don't call for that

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Proud Mary  Creedence Clearwater Revival

Left a good job in the city,
Workin for the man evry night and day,
And I never lost one minute of sleepin,
Worryin bout the way things might have been.

Chorus:
Big wheel keep on turnin,
Proud mary keep on burnin,
Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river.

Cleaned a lot of plates in memphis,
Pumped a lot of pain down in new orleans,
But I never saw the good side of the city,
til I hitched a ride on a river boat queen.

Chorus

Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river.

If you come down to the river,
Bet you gonna find some people who live.
You dont have to worry cause you have no money,
People on the river are happy to give.

Chorus

Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river.
Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river.

Rollin, rollin, rollin on the river.

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MERCEDES-BENZ.......Janis Joplin

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz?
My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends.
Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz?

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV?
Dialing for dollars is trying to find me.  
I'll wait for delivery each day until three.
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a color TV?

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town? 
I'm counting on you Lord, please don't let me down. 
Prove that you love me and buy the next round. 
Oh Lord, won't you buy me a night on the town?

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes-Benz?

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DRIVING MY LIFE AWAY....Eddie Rabbit

Well the midnight headlight find you on a rainy night  steep grade up
ahead  slow me down  makin' time  gotta keep rollin'
Those windshield wipers slappin' out a tempo  keepin' perfect rhythm
with the song on the radio   gotta keep rolling

Ooh I'm driving my lif away, looking for a better way for me
Ooh I'm driving my life away, looking for a sunny day

Well the truck stop cutie comin' on to me
tried to talk me into a ride said I wouldn't be sorry
But she was just a baby
Well waitress pour me another cup of coffee   pop me down  jack me up
shoot me down the highway
Lookin' for the morning

Ooh I'm driving my life away, looking for a better day for me
Ooh I'm driving my life away, looking for a sunny day

Well the midnight headlight find you on a rainy night  steep grade up
ahead  slow me down  makin' no time  gotta keep rollin'
Those windshield wipers slappin' out a tempo  keepin' perfect rhythm
with the song on the radio  gotta keep rolling

Ooh I'm driving my life away, looking for a better way for me
Ooh I'm driving my life away, looking for a sunny day

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FLYING HIGH......Country Joe & The Fish

I'm stuck on the LA freeway,
Got rainwater in my boots,
My thumb's done froze, can't feel my toes,
I feel a little destitute.
Wheels throwing water all over my axe
And Mr. Jones won't lend me a hand.
Up come two cats in a Cadillac
And they say, "Won't you hop in, man?"
I went flying high
All the way - all the way.

The one that's driving's got a bowler hat,
The other's got a fez on his head.
They turn around and grin and I grin back
But not a word was said.
So I took out my harp and I played 'em a tune,
I could see they were diggin' it.
Then the one with the fez, well he turns and he sez,
"We'd like to help you make your trip."
And I went flying high
All the way - all the way.

He said, "We can't leave him out in the rain,
He just might freeze and die,
So why not put him on a plane
And send him home in the sky?"
So they took me to the LA airport,
Laid twenty dollars in my hand.
Well, I paid my fare, I'm in the air
Flying back home again.
And I went flying high
All the way, yeah, all the way, all the way,
You know I went flying high all the way.
Don't you know I went flying high all the...

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LITTLE DEUCE COUPE....Beach Boys

Little deuce Coupe
You don't know what I got
Little deuce Coupe
You don't know what I got

Well I'm not braggin' babe so don't put me down
But I've got the fastest set of wheels in town
When something comes up to me he don't even try
Cause if I had a set of wings I know she could fly.
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)

Just a little deuce coupe with a flat head mill
But she'll walk a Thunderbird like it's standin' still
She's ported and relieved and she's stroked and bored.
She'll do a hundred and forty with the top end floored
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)

She's got a competition clutch with four on the floor
And she purrs like a kitten till the lake pipes roar
And if that ain't enough to make you flip your lid
There's one more thing, I got the pink slip daddy

And comin' off the line when the light turns green
Well she blows 'em outta the water like you never seen
I get pushed out of shape and it's hard to steer
When I get rubber in all four gears

She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe )
(You don't knowwhat I got)
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got
(My little deuce coupe)
(You don't know what I got)
She's my little deuce coupe
You don't know what I got

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SHUT DOWN...............Beach Boys

Tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down
It happened on the strip where the road is wide  (Oooo rev it up now)
Two cool shorts standin' side by side
(Oooo rev it up now)
Yeah, my fuel injected Stingray and a four-thirteen  (Oooo rev it up
now)
Revvin' up our engines and it sounds real mean   (Oooo rev it up now)
Tach it up, tach it up, tach it up
Buddy gonna shut you down

Declinin' numbers at an even rate
(Oooo movin' out now)
At the count of one we both accelerate
(Oooo movin' out now)
My Stingray is light the slicks are startin' to spin   (Oooo movin' out
now)
But the four-thirteen is really diggin' in
(Oooo movin' out now)
Gotta be cool now power shift here we go
Superstock Dodge is windin' out in low
But my fuel injected Stringray's really startin to go 
To get the traction I'm ridin' the clutch
My pressure plate's burnin' that machine's too much

<music break>

Pedal's to the floor hear the dual quads drink   (Oooo pump it up now)
And the four-thirteen's lead is startin' to shrink   (Oooo pump it up
now)
He's hot with ram injection but it's understood   (Oooo pump it up now)
I got a fuel injected engine sittin' under my hood   (Oooo pump it up
now)

Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down
Shut it off, shut it off buddy now I shut you down

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GIVE ME 40 ACRES (To turn this rig around).....The Willis Brothers...Written by Earl Green / John William Greene

He was headin' into Boston in a big, long diesel rig truck     It was
his first trip to Boston, he was having lots of luck    He was going the
wrong direction down a one-way street in town    And this is whgat he
sad when the police chased him down.

(Chorus):
Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around    It's the easiest
way that I've found . . .     Some guy can turn it on a dime or turn it
right downtown     But I need forty acres to turn this rig around.

When he finally found where to unload, he had a dreadful shock    His
trailer pointed toward the road and his cab right to the dock    As he
looked around him through the tears he made this sound     Oh, give me
forty acres and I'll turn this rig around.

(Chorus)

When he finally unloaded, he was glad to leave the town     He was very,
very happy, headin' back to Alabam'     When up ahead he saw a sign,
said; "You are Northward bound."    He said, "Give me forty acres and
I'll turn this rig around."

He was driving down the right lane, when ahead he saw a sign    Now he's
gotta make a left turn, but he cannot get in line
And the tears were streaming down his cheeks and they all heard him yell
"Give me forty sticks of dynamite and I'll blow this thing to . . .!"

(Chorus):
Give me forty acres and I'll turn this rig around    It's the easiest
way that I've found . . .    Some guy can turn it on a dime or turn it
right downtown    But I need forty acres to turn this rig around

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Beep Beep by the Playmates

Very Slow]

While riding in my Cadillac,

What to my surprise.

A little Nash Rambler was following me -

About one third my size.

The guy must’ve wanted to pass me up

As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!

I’ll show him that a Cadillac

Is not a car to scorn.

Beep beep. Beep! Beep! Beep beep. Beep! Beep!

His horn went beep beep beep. Beep! Beep!

[Slow]

I pushed my foot down to the floor

To give the guy the shake.

But the little Nash Rambler stayed right behind;

He still had on his brake.

He must have thought his car had more guts

As he kept on tooting his horn. Beep! Beep!

I’ll show him that a Cadillac

Is not a car to scorn.

Beep beep. Beep! Beep! Beep beep. Beep! Beep!

His horn went beep beep beep. Beep! Beep!

[Normal]

My car went into passing gear

And we took off with gust.

Soon we were doing ninety -

Must’ve left him in the dust.

When I peeked in the mirror of my car,

I couldn’t believe my eyes:

The little Nash Rambler was right behind -

I think that guy could fly.

Beep beep. Beep! Beep! Beep beep. Beep! Beep!

His horn went beep beep beep.

[Faster]

Now we’re doing a hundred and ten -

This certainly was a race.

For a Rambler to pass a Caddy

Would be a big disgrace.

The guy must’ve wanted to pass me up

As he kept on tooting his horn.

I’ll show him that a Cadillac

Is not a car to scorn.

Beep beep. Beep! Beep! Beep beep. Beep! Beep!

His horn went beep beep beep.

[Fastest]

Now we’re doing a hundred and twenty -

As fast as I could go.

The Rambler pulled along side of me

As if we were going slow.

The fellow rolled down his window

And yelled for me to hear,

“Hey, Buddy, how can I get this car

Out of second gear?!”

Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep! Beep!

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