โหลดเพลง mp3 Sunday Drive - Alabama

Well this ain't
No Sunday drive

Got the tach
Redlined
Throttle opened wide

(Gentlemen start your engines)

Got all new
Diagnostic-tuned

Polished, shined
Lookin' like new
This car will blow
Your mind
And your door
Right off

Rotated tires
Balanced, aligned
Highest octane
Money can buy
She looks like
She's flyin' when
She's sittin' at a stop

Your grocery-getting'
Garbage

Is nothing
Next to mine
This ain't

Your Sunday drive

Got the tach
Redlined
Throttle opened wide
Gonna kill a lot of bugs,
Pass a lot of poles
Burn a little rubber
Down a blacktop road
Better be able
To bury that needle your pinkslip's
on the line
This ain't no
Sunday drive

Ole mark, set,
Ready,fly

Be waitin'
At the finish
Hand your keys tol my baby
And don't ask
For a ride

This ain't no
Sunday drive

(Naw it ain't, son!)

Well this ain't
Your Sunday drive

Got the tach
Redlined
Throttle opened wide
Gonna kill a lot of bugs,
Pass a lot of poles
Burn a little rubber
Down a blacktop road
Better be able
To bury that needle
your pinkslip's on the line
This ain't no
Sunday drive

This ain't no
Sunday drive

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This ain't no
Sunday drive
Sunday Drive - Alabama