Hot Rod Race No.2
Composer(s): Arkie Shibley; Leon Kelley; Jackie Hayes
Performer(s): Arkie Shibley



Now me and my wife and my brother Joe
are back home safe in San Pedro
My tires are wore out 'n' my gas is low
and my doggone Ford'll just barely go

My twin pipes are busted, I'm really in a rut
one carburetors a'leakin and the other one's stuck
my overdrive's slippin, it won't stand the pace
my oil she's a drippin' outta the busted crankcase

The top is tore 'n' it shore does leak
'n' the springs are stickin' up through the seat
The wind blew in and chilled my bride
but me and that Mercury stayed side by side

Now she rattles and smokes like an old diesel truck
I made it home though, I guess it was luck
'cause my bearings were busted, my radiator too
and my fan belt was broke 'bout half in two

My brother's still pale 'n' my wife's still sick
my old Ford's nothin' but a wreck
but I don't worry for what the heck
Me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

A Ford's a good car, and mighty fast too
but this one is shot 'n' there's nothin' ta do
so I thought it over and here's what I'll do
I'm gonna trade it off, now wouldn't you?

The guy that gets it, he's gonna be sore
an' he won't like me any more
but why should I worry, for what the heck
me and that Mercury stayed neck-and-neck

But we had a good race 'n' I'll remember the day
that me and that Mercury went out to play
an' there's one more thing I'd like to say
don't try to beat a kid in a hopped-up Model-A