| 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. |