Carl's got a Buick and he's built it to the nines
He knows just what to do with it, he's done it many times
Keeps it full of high test, runs it one quart short of oil
He don't have much cash in it, just sweat and blood and toil
Louie's got his Plymouth set up light & low & fast
Mom says don't you drive that way, you know you're gonna crash
Buys a plastic figurine, she's doing all she can
To trust her little baby boy into Jesus' plastic hands
Jesus riding shotgun and the pedal on the floor
Running from the devil and the cops on 104
Don't you get no tickets, boy, you know you got no cash
If you keep on driving that-a-way, you know you're gonna crash,
Yeah you know you're gonna crash
Uncle Abner's running goods through Port Ontario
Carl runs the cigarettes through wind & rain & snow
Carl's got his dignity, you know he can't hold back
When Louie's little Plymouth comes a-caterwauling past
Jesus riding shotgun and the pedal on the floor
Running from the devil and the cops on 104
Don't you get no tickets, boy, you know you got no cash
If you keep on driving that-a-way, you know you're gonna crash,
Yeah you know you're gonna crash
As they top the graveyard ridge the snow begins to fly
Louie's in the left-hand lane and someone's bound to die
Abner's coming towards them in his bright red pickup truck
You know this night is gonna end with someone out of luck
Jesus riding shotgun and the pedal to the steel
With a bonehead in the other lane and a nut behind the wheel
Don't you get no tickets, boy, you know you got no cash
If you keep on driving that-a-way, you know you're gonna crash,
Yeah you know you're gonna crash
Come for the '70s Dodge pickup on the cover. Stay for Americana/Folk music played like rock-n-roll (a winning formula if there ever was one). THE GHOSTS THAT I RUN WITH is nothing short of AWESOME. Andy Smash & the Rust Belt Hotrods