Burlington Chase

Had the hot rod leaking out, pumping around

Seeing the sights in covering ground

Tennessee, Kentucky, and Carolina

The Smoky Mountains sure look fine

Cruisin' along and doin' real great

I had no place to go, so I wasn't late

Hittin' on 90, my spirits were high

The Burlington limit had passed me by

When he blowed his whistle, I hooted my horn

I knew right then that the race was born

The engineer looked out and waved at me

He had racing blood, I could plainly see

So I stepped on the gas as he pulled away

Cruising side by side as we went on our way

We traveled along, mile after mile

Not much excitement, but sharing a smile

I'd plumb forgot about the gasoline

She started to sputter, I knew she was lean

We were out in the country, miles from town

So I pulled her over to look around

It just so happened up there in the hills

All them farmers had plenty of stills

I walked to a farmer out on the flat

And told him my troubles as we started to chat

Well, he never had a drop of gas on the place

So I figured by then it was the end of the chase

We talked a while, and he made the remark

His old corn squeezes had plenty of spark

So I figured it might be worth a try

And a gallon of stuff I arranged to buy

Well, I carried it back to the Hot Rod Lincoln

And poured in the squeezes made for drinking

I poured most of the squeezes into the tank

Except for a swig or two that I drank

Well, I touched the starter, she sounded great

I and the Burlington had a date

Well, I shoved her in gear and away I flew

You never seen nothing like the Mountain Dew

What little I drank was makin' me high

It didn't take long for the miles to go by

I caught the Burlington right on a turn

I knew by then Mountain Dew would burn

He blowed his whistle a time or two

He should've had some of that Mountain Dew

The Hot Rod Lincoln did fairly fly

As the throttle opened and went on by

120 down the road

Both me and the Lincoln carrying a load

I am going back up in the hills

And setting me up one of them stills

But I'll bet you my bottom dollar

Them colors of the drags are gonna holler

But I ain't gonna be nobody's fool

No more drinking, I'll use it for fuel

'Cause there won't be a dragster quicker

When I fill her up on drinking liquor