Correction Lyrics Souped-Up Ford (Live at the Brighton Dome, 21st January 1977) by Rory Gallagher

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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
’Cause 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
'Cause 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
'Cause I won't be back till I head down the track
A thousand miles from here

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