And an occasional engine for some spare money to spend.

He like drivin’ fast cars and the cops they all knew him

As the guy in the Plymouth with a top speed of no end.

Wide open highway hey why even chase him.

They think he did something or he wouldn’t flee.

Don’t matter wont catch him, not in what hes  driv-in.

It’ll out run the wind so they best leave him be.

High-way patrol out in  Texas liked chasin that Plymouth,

a 69 model with a hemi inside.

But they could do nuthin, but watch as he left em,

Helicopter and all, in the dust of his ride.

With eight hundred horses, feeding on raw nitros oxide

And a blower on top that was forse feedin em wind.

A stroker crank in the block hangin on to forged pistons.

A two hundred gear in the rear and a top speed of no end.

They chased him towards Dallas out there on the freeway

Running 195 when he hit overdrive

The motor was screamin and  he switched on  the nitros

Then blew right around their road block on the side

Highway patrol called the Air Force to chace after that Plymouth

But he just shot em the finger when he saw em fly by

Then he turned off the freeway somewhere outta of Dallas

And he headed out west under the North Texas sky

He made old El Paso before it got dark there

And Parked under a bridge just to rest for a while

The sheriff there saw him but didn’t call in

He just started his car up with a really big smile

The Sheriff then  pulled in behind that old Plymouth

And he flashed on his lights and said step outside

But he was to slow-see that mechinic stayed ready

And he side stepped the clutch and his car came alive

Flyin out through the desert, in hot pursuit chasin

That 69 Cuda  that would outrun the wind.

The sheriff just caught one quick glimpse of the tail lights

Then they vanished in darkness and that is the end.