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Текст (слова) песни: C.W. Mccall - Four Wheel Drive



(Bill Fries, Chip Davis)

We is screamin` through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana grows
`Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
Down the hills and up the dale
Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my tail.

Well, he picked me up at exit 12
On the I-six-eighty ramp
I was doin` 67 per
When I rumbled through his trap
He commenced to whirl his flashin` lights
And he made his siren wail
I slipped on down to four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my tail

Now I got racin` stripes and dual pipes
And Smokey`s got a Ford
Got a mill with a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey`s stroked and bored
Well, the chase was on, but I had the edge
With a rig that`ll never fail
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
And Smokey on my tail

Yeah, he was.

Well, I dropped on down to granny low
And I made a hard right turn
My big ol` fat Commando tires
Went slashin` through the corn
Well, the tassels blew
And the kernels flew
And it looked like yella hail
Just cookin` alive in a four-wheel drive
With Smokey on my tail

Well, we went screamin` through the valley
Where the Nishnabotna flows
Through the mud and crud and cornfields
Where the mari-ju-wana grows
`Cross the railroad tracks of Persia
Up the hills and down the dales
My CJ-5 with four-wheel drive
And 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 whine
His rig was made of lead
He was mired in fourteen feet of mud
So he radioed ahead
I pulled up onto the blacktop
Went crashin` on through the rail
Sakes alive! I had twenty-five more
Smokeys on my tail!

Now I had racin` stripes and dual pipes
And Smokey had a Ford
Had a mill with a four pot carb, you know
But Smokey`s stroked and bored
Well, the race was on, but I had the edge
With a rig that`ll never fail
Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive
Settin` out back a` the jail

 

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