Текст песни Thunderbird

Down a lonesome Georgia highway Ridin' on a mountain breeze You can feel that engine roarin' You can hear them tires scream Thunderbird Legend has it, it was twilight Some thirty years ago They say Mary's momma begged her Please don't ride in Billy Joe's Thunderbird But the race was on that Friday night Mary had to be by Billy's side Everybody in that Georgia town Knew that Thunderbird could fly He pulled up beside that Chevy Just like he'd done a thousand times They say Billy Joe kissed Mary Then blew that Chevy off the line Thunderbird But the race was on that Friday night Mary had to be by Billy's side Everybody in that Georgia town Knew that Thunderbird could fly No one knows what really happened Or why Billy Joe drove off the edge They say the whole town searched for hours But they never found the wreck Thunderbird Down a lonesome Georgia highway Ridin' on a mountain breeze You can feel that engine roarin' You can hear them tires scream Thunderbird Oh, Thunderbird Thunderbird Oh, Thunderbird