County Line - Original Version

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It was a ten miles stretch on a Pennsylvania road

T'was a sky blue Jaguar and a Thunderbird Ford

The Jaguar setting on 99

Tryin' to beat the Bird to the county line

Just a half-a-mile from Newtonville

There had a speed sign sitting at the top of the hill

It said, "35 miles, and stay in line"

But the Jaguar and Thunderbird never made the sign

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(Look out)

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Ludenville was a real small town

Just a hundred and two and nine acres of ground

Some stool pigeon put the Sheriff wise

Told him "Park down in Newtonville and catch 'em guys"

Sheriff laid low, half hid in the weeds

He said for eight days, didn't nobody speed

A cloud of dust came appearing on the road

Here come the Jaguar and Thunderbird Ford

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(Here they come)

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Old Sheriff doubled clutched second, put it in third

Turned around, went after them, Thunderbird

He knew he'd get a bonus and a big fat fine

If he could catch 'em 'fore they crossed that county line

The Sheriff keeps the drivers car a hundred and ten

And if he aimed to get 'em, he'd have to do it again

The crest of the hill, he's about a mile behind

There wasn't but three more miles to the county line

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(You better run)

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Old Sheriff was countin' on the downward grade

And with the windin' behind him, he'll do a hundred in a shade

Thunderbird saw the Sheriff gainin' speed

And put his foot to the floor and pulled up to the lead

Jaguar said, "You ain't won the race yet"

And pulled back around the Bird like a sabre jet

The Sheriff doing better than a hundred and nine

Bumper to bumper with the Bird when they crossed the line

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