Hot Rod

Well I turned off my old clock after ten years or so

In all that time it ain't missed a beat

You know it's kind of sad to watch that orange lighting go

Dark like some old pulling country street

The night was feeling odd and me and my hotrod

Were cruising down the Highway 49

I pulled into the scene and brother do I mean

That girl was dressed up to the nines

My how wonderful she sounded

My how I wish that I was

Back inside that whiskey bottle