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56 Fury Lyrics - Artist : Crowell, Rodney
Spit curl down his forehead
Talking bout yes it's understood It's not just some lame six-bang grease stain Sitting underneath the hood Tamping down a camel on a zippo with a grin Maybe wider than a country mile Corsicana cool hand taking us to school man Burnin' up the road style 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 cries sweet Lucille They're ain't no other boy I know Who can even dare to hold a candle to that hot rod Romeo 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 grown men moan 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 56 Fury Bound for glory seconds flat 56 Fury Somebody tell me maybe what was that 56 Fury Finest car on the road |
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