Four Wheel Drive Lyrics - Singles - C.w. Mccall

(Bill Fries, Chip Davis) 

We is screamin' through the valley 

Where the Nishnabotna flows 

Through the mud and crud and cornfields 

Where the mari-ju-wana grows 

'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia 

Down the hills and up the dale 

Had a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive 

And Smokey on my tail. 

Well, he picked me up at exit 12 

On the I-six-eighty ramp 

I was doin' 67 per 

When I rumbled through his trap 

He commenced to whirl his flashin' lights 

And he made his siren wail 

I slipped on down to four-wheel drive 

With Smokey on my tail 

Now I got racin' stripes and dual pipes 

And Smokey's got a Ford 

Got a mill with a four pot carb, you know 

But Smokey's stroked and bored 

Well, the chase was on, but I had the edge 

With a rig that'll never fail 

Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive 

And Smokey on my tail 

Yeah, he was. 

Well, I dropped on down to granny low 

And I made a hard right turn 

My big ol' fat Commando tires 

Went slashin' through the corn 

Well, the tassels blew 

And the kernels flew 

And it looked like yella hail 

Just cookin' alive in a four-wheel drive 

With Smokey on my tail 

Well, we went screamin' through the valley 

Where the Nishnabotna flows 

Through the mud and crud and cornfields 

Where the mari-ju-wana grows 

'Cross the railroad tracks of Persia 

Up the hills and down the dales 

My CJ-5 with four-wheel drive 

And Smokey on my tail. 

[Imagine a series of comic-style thought balloons.] 

Look out, now. Here he come. 

Oh, we gonna get it on now. 

(Don't hit that fella with the banjo.) 

We gonna swim this here creek now, Smokey. [Pronounced "crick", of course.] 

Yard wide and a foot deep. 

"Nishnabota River", they call it. 

Might haveta winch out. 

Gonna do a wheelie on that there gopher mound now, Smokey. 

Can you dig it, Smokey? 

Got four on the floor and four in the air on that one, didn't we? 

Goodness gracious. 'Bout ta bust my shocks. 

[Back to our regularly-scheduled rhyming. Add the sound of wailing sirens.] 

Well, that Jeep of mine made Smokey whine 

His rig was made of lead 

He was mired in fourteen feet of mud 

So he radioed ahead 

I pulled up onto the blacktop 

Went crashin' on through the rail 

Sakes alive! I had twenty-five more 

Smokeys on my tail! 

Now I had racin' stripes and dual pipes 

And Smokey had a Ford 

Had a mill with a four pot carb, you know 

But Smokey's stroked and bored 

Well, the race was on, but I had the edge 

With a rig that'll never fail 

Got a CJ-5 with a four-wheel drive 

Settin' out back a' the jail