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C. W. McCall

Four Wheel Drive

 

Four Wheel Drive

(альбом: Wolf Creek Pass - 1975)


We is screaming through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
Down the hills and up the dale
Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my tail

Well, he picked me up at exit 12
On the I-six-eighty ramp
I was doing 67 per
When I rumbled through his trap
He commenced to whirl his flashing lights
And he made his siren wail
I slipped on down to four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my tail

Now I got racing stripes and dual pipes
And Smokey's got a Ford
Got a mill with a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey's stroked and bored
Well, the chase was on, but I had the edge
With a rig that'll never fail
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my tail

Yeah, he was

Well, I dropped on down to granny low
And I made a hard right turn
My big ol' fat Commando tires
Went slashing through the corn
Well, the tassels blew
And the kernels flew
And it looked like yella hail
Just cooking alive in a four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my tail

Well, we went screaming through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana grows
'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
Up the hills and down the dales
My CJ-5 with four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my tail

Look out, now. Here he come

Oh, we gonna get it on now

(Don't hit that fella with the banjo)

We gonna swim this here creek now, Smokey

Yard wide and a foot deep

"Nishnabota River", they call it

Might haveta winch out

Gonna do a wheelie on that there gopher mound now, Smokey

Can you dig it, Smokey?

Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, didn't we?

Goodness gracious. 'Bout ta bust my shocks

Well, that Jeep of mine made Smokey whine
His rig was made of lead
He was mired in fourteen feet of mud
So he radioed ahead
I pulled up onto the blacktop
Went crashing on through the rail
Sakes alive! I had twenty-five more
Smokeys on my tail

Now I had racing stripes and dual pipes
And Smokey had a Ford
Had a mill with a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey's stroked and bored
Well, the race was on, but I had the edge
With a rig that'll never fail
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
Setting out back a' the jail

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