Текст Rory Gallagher – Souped–Up Ford
Текст:
Take 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.
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 gasoline,
Good Lord, that’s for sure.
I’m blowing town, I won’t be breaking down,
I’m moving down, hear those wheels hiking the ground.
I’m on my way, I sure can’t stay,
Make no mistake, I’m leaving this town today.
No highway cop’s gonna make me stop,
What I’ve started.
‘Cos I won’t be free till I get up,
And go where my heart is.
You know what it takes to try,
Well, make no mistake by applying the brakes,
When I say «All aboard».
Well, you can roll up the sidewalk,
And end all the small talk,
When I shift them gears.
‘Cos I won’t be back till I head down the track,
A thousand miles from here.
Альбом
Rory Gallagher – Rory Gallagher - Against The Grain
