lost and then found
Racing
427 ford
I'm going to race you down the track
For its still heads up right now
And there's a combination that rules out
If i try the right gears here
And posy traction moves me fast
A 6 speed Nash and time will tell
Can we break 6 seconds who can tell
Its all about the beating heart
Some have Chevy and Mo par
Amc they have to say has a go pack on the way
The Thunder bolts my choice to fame
I don't have the car just parts
And there's a green ghost in my yard
The only thing that i cant do
Is put a 13 on a car that's cool
54 was the golden year
The lightest production Ford they claim
And i will change the chasy around till the combination is profound
The green ghost was a 54 forest green and so much more
it had frenched doors and push buttons for the hoods
Don't let the battery die or well be stuck here for the night
The chrome sparkled in the sun
The coupe was something and it moved
It was not for the faint of heart
For you could push speeds off the charts
170 for its day a legend in the race they say
For in the time this car had run
There were few that would have won
I know there was faster out there now
But on a budget it was class
It had a dual 4 barrel intake and Carbs
They were dialed by Merrill"s heart
He didn't have the richest dad
But what he had would scare them bad
So if you see the 54 with all the custom things i claim
It might be one of the greatest cars
But don't drive that fast these days
you will be put behind thoughs bars
It was a time i wish id seen
The bitch-in car was forest green
There are secrets i cant tell
Of how the fords he had ran well
I was told to keep them man
Even in death hes still the man
All our legends have a way
To make the things we have
Seem so lame
Now we have v sixes and 4 cylinders
The fastest things were never learned
I'm sure there was adrenaline
And i miss the legends of these days
You had the man they call bags
the Jazz would sound when he rolled by
He had a thing for Mo pars power
And knew the way to make you laugh
There was Rodd he liked the Fords
The Chevy guys that evil hord
But i cant take this away
The cars they had were good they say
Some went to the strip to play
Some circle tracked and made them pay
The streets were races no one saw
And one tried NASCAR uncle George
Mustangs AMX cuda and the pontiac
for only the ones who saw the streets
could tell the glories and there feats
So with this there is a end
Till i build one just like them
I'm going to race you down the track
For its still heads up right now
And there's a combination that rules out
If i try the right gears here
And posy traction moves me fast
A 6 speed Nash and time will tell
Can we break 6 seconds who can tell
Its all about the beating heart
Some have Chevy and Mo par
Amc they have to say has a go pack on the way
The Thunder bolts my choice to fame
I don't have the car just parts
And there's a green ghost in my yard
The only thing that i cant do
Is put a 13 on a car that's cool
54 was the golden year
The lightest production Ford they claim
And i will change the chasy around till the combination is profound
The green ghost was a 54 forest green and so much more
it had frenched doors and push buttons for the hoods
Don't let the battery die or well be stuck here for the night
The chrome sparkled in the sun
The coupe was something and it moved
It was not for the faint of heart
For you could push speeds off the charts
170 for its day a legend in the race they say
For in the time this car had run
There were few that would have won
I know there was faster out there now
But on a budget it was class
It had a dual 4 barrel intake and Carbs
They were dialed by Merrill"s heart
He didn't have the richest dad
But what he had would scare them bad
So if you see the 54 with all the custom things i claim
It might be one of the greatest cars
But don't drive that fast these days
you will be put behind thoughs bars
It was a time i wish id seen
The bitch-in car was forest green
There are secrets i cant tell
Of how the fords he had ran well
I was told to keep them man
Even in death hes still the man
All our legends have a way
To make the things we have
Seem so lame
Now we have v sixes and 4 cylinders
The fastest things were never learned
I'm sure there was adrenaline
And i miss the legends of these days
You had the man they call bags
the Jazz would sound when he rolled by
He had a thing for Mo pars power
And knew the way to make you laugh
There was Rodd he liked the Fords
The Chevy guys that evil hord
But i cant take this away
The cars they had were good they say
Some went to the strip to play
Some circle tracked and made them pay
The streets were races no one saw
And one tried NASCAR uncle George
Mustangs AMX cuda and the pontiac
for only the ones who saw the streets
could tell the glories and there feats
So with this there is a end
Till i build one just like them
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