Song | Souped-Up Ford |
Artist | Rory Gallagher |
Album | Against the Grain |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Gallagher | |
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. | |
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 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, | |
To catch up to my souped up Ford. | |
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. |
zuo ci : Gallagher | |
Take your foot off the brakes, | |
But you won' t stop my soupedup 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 frontwheel drive and it sound like a beehive, | |
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 aglow. | |
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, | |
To catch up to my souped up Ford. | |
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. |
zuò cí : Gallagher | |
Take your foot off the brakes, | |
But you won' t stop my soupedup 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 frontwheel drive and it sound like a beehive, | |
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 aglow. | |
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, | |
To catch up to my souped up Ford. | |
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. |