56 Fury Rodney Crowell (Ft. Billy F. Gibbons)
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[Verse 1]
Spit curl down his forehead
Talking 'bout how yes it's understood
It's not just some lame six-bang grease stain
Sitting here underneath the hood
Tamping down a Camel on a zippo with a grin
Maybe wider than a country mile
A Corsicana cool hand is taking us to school man
And burnin' up the road style
[Chorus]
56 Fury
Built for comfort, built for speed
56 Fury
Long about every last thing you need
56 Fury
[Verse 2]
Hair stacked up and twisted
Like some beehive made in France
Seven double shots of spray net
Down for nothing left to chance
"Yeah so here's what's real," cried sweet Lucille
"They're ain't no other boy I know
Who can even dare to hold a candle to that lovin' hot rod Romeo"
Spit curl down his forehead
Talking 'bout how yes it's understood
It's not just some lame six-bang grease stain
Sitting here underneath the hood
Tamping down a Camel on a zippo with a grin
Maybe wider than a country mile
A Corsicana cool hand is taking us to school man
And burnin' up the road style
[Chorus]
56 Fury
Built for comfort, built for speed
56 Fury
Long about every last thing you need
56 Fury
[Verse 2]
Hair stacked up and twisted
Like some beehive made in France
Seven double shots of spray net
Down for nothing left to chance
"Yeah so here's what's real," cried sweet Lucille
"They're ain't no other boy I know
Who can even dare to hold a candle to that lovin' hot rod Romeo"
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