| <Rory Gallagher> page <1975.10.31 - Live at the Record Plant, Sausalito, USA> album page |
Souped Up FordTake 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… |