调：G major•
Verse 1
wife and my brother Joe
Took off in my Ford from San Pedro
We hadn't much gas and
the tires was low
We were ripping along like
white folks might
When the Mercury behind,
he blinked his lights,
We had twin pots in the Columbia,
but you people may think that I'm in a rut.
But to you folks who don't think to jive,
and left the cops' heads spinning
round and round.
They wouldn't chase,
but me and that Mercury stayed
Now we were Ford men,
and we likely knew that we would race
until something blew,
her face was blue
I thought she had died
about 40 feet wide but me and that
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my brother was pale
he said he was sick
he said it was just a nervous wreck
but
Why should I worry for
Me and that murky was
Now on through the desert we did glide
A -flyin' low and a -flyin' wide
Me and that murky was takin' a ride
I looked in my mirror and I saw somethin'
comin'
I thought it was a plane by
the way it was a -runnin'
It was a -hummin' along
at a terrible pace
When it flew by us I turned the other way
The guy in the Mercury had nothin' to say
For it was a kid in a hopped
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