Redline

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Lyrics

Top pulled down, radio on
Doin' bout a hunnerd an' ten
Mister State Trooper can't hope to catch me
I fly right past him again
The sun is shinin' and the sky is blue
The pedal's inchin' down to the floor
You might never see me if you don't look fast
But you'll hear my engine roar

Downshiftin' baby as I hit the turn
I hear the rubber whine
All four barrells are open wide
I keep it on the red-line

428, four on the floor
Headers and dual exhaust
They knew how to make 'em back in '69
It's an art that seems to be lost
Big wide tires, jacked up in back
Everywhere you look you see chrome
The neighbors can hear me comin'
5 miles before I get home

I'm a blur flyin' down the highway
The freedom of the road is mine
I'm headed nowhere real damn fast
I keep it on the red-line

I pull up to the stop light
Some clown really thinks he's cool
He's thinkin' "this woman can't drive that thing"
I prove that he's a fool
0 to 60, five seconds flat
He can't believe the sight
Before he can shift into second gear
He's starin' at my tail lights

As I drive off into the sunset
Right past the speed limit sign
The cops can't catch me anyway
I keep it on the red-line

Tina West - Vocals
Bill West - Guitar / Bass
James West - Guitar / Drums