Now me and my wife, my brother Joe,
took off in a Ford from Kokomo.
We hadn't much gas and the
tires were low,
but that dog gone Ford
could really go.
How long about the middle of the night,
when we're rippin' along
like rich folks might,
when a Mercury behind me
flanked his lights, honked his horn,
and he pulled out of sight?
We had quint parts of that
plundered bus.
People might think that I'm in a rut,
but you folks that don't
dig this kind of jive,
it's two carburetors and an overdrive.
We made B -spots out of many a town,
let the cops' heads spin
around and around.
They wouldn't chase,
they'd run and hide,
me and that Murphy stayed side by side.
Now we're Ford men
and we likely knew
that we'd keep on a
race until something blew.
At foot feet down, like a stuck with glue,
through many a town we flew
and blew.
I looked down at my lovely bride,
her face was blue,
and I thought she'd died.
Them streets through town
were 40 feet wide,
but me and that Mercury
stayed side by side.
My brother was pale, said he was sick,
he said he was just a nervous wreck,
but why should I worry,
but what the heck?
Me and that murky was neck and neck.
Now on through the night,
we would glide, or fly low, or fly wide.
Me and that murky was taking a ride.
We stayed exactly side to side.
I looked in the mirror
and I saw something coming,
I thought it was a plane,
the way it was humming,
it was humming along at a terrible pace,
and I knew right then it was
the end of the race.
When it flew by, turned the other way,
the guy in a Mercury had nothing to say,
but just Just a kid just out to play,
driving a hopped -up hot leg!