Four Wheel Drive lyrics

Artist  : C.w. Mccall 
Song : Four Wheel Drive



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 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