E
E
E
E
I was cruisin’ in my Stingray late one night,
A
when an XKE pulled up on the right.
E
And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag,
F#m
and challenged me then and there to a drag.
E
I said, “you’re on, buddy, my mill’s runnin’ fine,
A
let’s come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine.
E
But I’ll go you one better if you’ve got the nerve.
F#m
A
Let’s race all the way,
E
Dead Man’s Curve, it’s no place to play
C#m
Dead Man’s Curve, you must keep away
A
Dead Man’s Curve, I can hear ’em say:
E7
E
C
Am
E7
“Won’t come back from Dead Man’s Curve”
E
The street was deserted late Friday night,
A
we were buggin’ each other while we sat out the light.
E
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green,
F#m
you shoulda heard the whine from my screamin’ machine.
E
I flew past LaBrea, Schwab’s, and Crescent Heights,
A
and all the Jag could see were my six tail lights.
E
He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve,
F#m
but I pulled her out and there we were,
A
at Dead Man’s
E
Dead Man’s Curve, it’s no place to play
G
Dead Man’s Curve, you must keep away
C
Well – the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve.
Am
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve.
F
I know I’ll never forget that horrible sight.
Bb
I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right.
E7
E
C
Am
E7
“Won’t come back from Dead Man’s Curve”
E
Dead Man’s Curve, it’s no place to play
C#m
Dead Man’s Curve, you must keep away
A
Dead Man’s Curve, I can hear ’em say:
E7
E
C
Am
E7
“Won’t come back from Dead Man’s Curve”
Bb
E
F#m
A
G
F
C#m
E7
C
Am
