56 Fury

| B | B | B B Spit curl down his forehead, talking 'bout, yes, it's understood. B B It's not just some lame six-bang grease stain sitting underneath the hood. B B Tamping down a camel on a zippo with a grin, maybe wider than a country mile. B B Corsicana cool hand taking us to school man, burnin' up the road style. E E 56 Fury, built for comfort, built for speed. G A 56 Fury, long about every last thing you need B B 56 Fury. B B Hair stacked up and twisted like some beehive made in France, B B seven double shots of spray net, down for nothing left to chance. B B So, here's what's real cries sweet Lucille, they're ain't no other boy I know. B B Who can even dare to hold a candle to that hot rod Romeo? E E 56 Fury, high performance built for fun. G A 56 Fury, Lord, have mercy, watch her look at her run. B B 56 Fury. | E | E | G | A | | B | B | B B Two door hard top coupe so sleek and sexy grown men moan. B B Jet white streak of lightning destination long since gone. B B Back off V8 Ford, back off Chevrolet, B B Pontiac and Cadillac ain't even fit for hauling hay. End-Chorus E E 56 Fury, bound for glory seconds flat. G A 56 Fury, somebody tell me maybe what was that. B B* 56 Fury, finest car on the road. | B | B | B | B | | B | B | B | B *** | | B* ||