Now me
and my
wife and my brother Joe
Took off in my Ford from San Pedro
We hadn't much gas and
the tires was low
But the dog gone Ford couldn't really go
Now along about the middle of the night
We were ripping along like
white folks might
When the Mercury behind,
he blinked his lights,
he honked his horn,
and he flew out of sight.
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,
that's two carburetors and an overdrive.
We made grease spots out of many a good town,
and left the cops' heads spinning
round and round.
They wouldn't chase,
they'd run and hide,
but me and that Mercury stayed
side by side.
Now we were Ford men,
and we likely knew that we would race
until something blew,
and we thought it over and I wouldn't you
I look down at my lovely bride
her face was blue
I thought she had died
we left streaks through towns
about 40 feet wide but me and that
Mercury stayed side -by -side
my brother was pale
he said he was sick
he said it was just a nervous wreck
but
Why should I worry for
what the heck?
Me and that murky was
still neck and neck
Now on through the desert we did glide
A -flyin' low and a -flyin' wide
Me and that murky was takin' a ride
And we stayed exactly side to side
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
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
For it was a kid in a hopped
-up Model A