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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
