"56 Fury" lyrics - RODNEY CROWELL

Spit curl down his forehead
Talking 'bout how Yes it's understood
It's not just some lame six-bang grease stain
Sitting here underneath the hood
Tamping down a Camel on a zippo with a grin
Maybe wider than a country mile
A Corsicana cool hand is taking us to school man
Burnin' up the road style

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56 Fury
Built for comfort, built for speed
56 Fury
Long about every last thing you need
56 Fury

Hair stacked up and twisted
Like some beehive made in France
Seven double shots of spray net
Down for nothing left to chance
"Yeah so here's what's real," cried sweet Lucille
"They're ain't no other boy I know
Who can even dare to hold a candle to that hot rod Romeo"

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56 Fury
High performance, built for fun
56 Fury
Lord have mercy, watch her, look at her run
56 Fury

Two-door hard-top coupe so sleek and sexy
Make a grown man moan
A jet white streak of lightning
Destination long since gone
Back off V8 Ford, back off Chevrolet
Pontiac and Cadillac ain't even fit for hauling hay

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56 Fury
Bound for glory, seconds flat
56 Fury
Somebody tell me maybe what was that
That was a 56 Fury
Finest car on the road