Souped-Up Ford Rory 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