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Текст песни C.W. Mccall - Four Wheel Drive

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(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)We is screamin` through the valleyWhere the Nishnabotna flowsThrough the mud and crud and cornfieldsWhere the mari-ju-wana grows`Cross the railroad tracks of PersiaDown the hills and up the daleHad a CJ-5 with a four-wheel driveAnd Smokey on my tail. Well, he picked me up at exit 12On the I-six-eighty rampI was doin` 67 perWhen I rumbled through his trapHe commenced to whirl his flashin` lightsAnd he made his siren wailI slipped on down to four-wheel driveWith Smokey on my tail Now I got racin` stripes and dual pipesAnd Smokey`s got a FordGot a mill with a four pot carb, you knowBut Smokey`s stroked and boredWell, the chase was on, but I had the edgeWith a rig that`ll never failGot a CJ-5 with a four-wheel driveAnd Smokey on my tail Yeah, he was. Well, I dropped on down to granny lowAnd I made a hard right turnMy big ol` fat Commando tiresWent slashin` through the cornWell, the tassels blewAnd the kernels flewAnd it looked like yella hailJust cookin` alive in a four-wheel driveWith Smokey on my tail Well, we went screamin` through the valleyWhere the Nishnabotna flowsThrough the mud and crud and cornfieldsWhere the mari-ju-wana grows`Cross the railroad tracks of PersiaUp the hills and down the dalesMy CJ-5 with four-wheel driveAnd Smokey on my tail. [Imagine a series of comic-style thought balloons.] Look out, now. Here he come. Oh, we gonna get it on now. (Don`t hit that fella with the banjo.) We gonna swim this here creek now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.] Yard wide and a foot deep. "Nishnabota River", they call it. Might haveta winch out. Gonna do a wheelie on that there gopher mound now, Smokey. Can you dig it, Smokey? Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, didn`t we? Goodness gracious. `Bout ta bust my shocks. [Back to our regularly-scheduled rhyming. Add the sound of wailing sirens.] Well, that Jeep of mine made Smokey whineHis rig was made of leadHe was mired in fourteen feet of mudSo he radioed aheadI pulled up onto the blacktopWent crashin` on through the railSakes alive! I had twenty-five moreSmokeys on my tail! Now I had racin` stripes and dual pipesAnd Smokey had a FordHad a mill with a four pot carb, you knowBut Smokey`s stroked and boredWell, the race was on, but I had the edgeWith a rig that`ll never failGot a CJ-5 with a four-wheel driveSettin` out back a` the jail

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