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Seven come eleven, switchblade 327
Oil leakin outta the pan, chop top deuce, three two-barrels
Switchblade 327, pullin way ahead of the pack
Switchblade 327, blacktop burnout, ran 125 down the lane
hes all right
Try to catch him if you can, when he gets drunk he fights all night
But someone had cut both his fuel lines, oil leakin outta the pan, try to catch him if you can
Lit cigarette in his hand, steel-toed boots on the accelerator, gettin there as fast as he can
Hes all right, seven come eleven
When he gets drunk he fights all night, all juiced up like a hot carburetor
Try to catch him if you can, try to catch him if you can
Steel-toed boots on the accelerator, switchblade 327
switchblade 327
try to catch him if you can
Oil leakin outta the pan, switchblade 327, he wont cut you no slack
Saturday night, when he gets drunk he fights all night Switchblade, and the 32 burst into flames
but someone had cut both his fuel lines
pullin way ahead of the pack
And the sound of the pouring down rain, when he gets drunk he fights all night The, switchblade 327
Saturday night, switchblade 327 Brian, when he gets drunk he fights all night repeat
Seven come eleven, switchblade 327, oil leakin outta the pan
Blacktop burnout, switchblade 327, seven come eleven
steel-toed boots on the accelerator
all he could hear was his engine
and the sound of the pouring down rain
when he gets drunk he fights all night
Try to catch him if you can, pullin way ahead of the pack
Hell cut you to ribbons if you come to town, dont cut him off
Seven come eleven, he wont cut you no slack
When he gets drunk he fights all night repeat, hes all right
Seven come eleven, saturday night, steel-toed boots on the accelerator
Saturday night, blacktop burnout Switchblade, blacktop burnout
lit cigarette in his hand
Switchblade 327, hell carve his name in your back
Blacktop burnout, but someone had cut both his fuel lines Orchestra, seven come eleven
He wont cut you no slack, hell cut you to ribbons if you come to town Setzer, seven come eleven
Switchblade 327, steel-toed boots on the accelerator, switchblade 327
When he gets drunk he fights all night, try to catch him if you can, when he gets drunk he fights all night repeat
steel-toed boots on the accelerator
Seven come eleven, saturday night, switchblade 327
Switchblade 327, and the sound of the pouring down rain
Seven come eleven, seven come eleven
chop top deuce
Switchblade 327, steel-toed boots on the accelerator
pullin way ahead of the pack
blacktop burnout
Three two-barrels, spittin gas onto the fan
Someone was calling his name, and the sound of the pouring down rain Switchblade, steel-toed boots on the accelerator
Hell carve his name in your back, hes all right, three two-barrels
someone was calling his name
all juiced up like a hot carburetor
Seven come eleven, pullin way ahead of the pack
And the sound of the pouring down rain, seven come eleven
Blacktop burnout, try to catch him if you can Switchblade, hes all right
he wont cut you no slack
But someone had cut both his fuel lines, seven come eleven
Three two-barrels, saturday night
Try to catch him if you can, someone was calling his name
Seven come eleven, seven come eleven