cruising down the road.
Hey I'm flying,
I'm flying in my super Ford
The needle's on the line
but you know she'll always give a little more.
Hey I'm tuning
in the radio.
Nothing doing,
I'm doing nothing on the road.
The tires hold the curves
but you know she'll always hug a little more.
Hey I'm burning,
burning up the gas.
Hey I'm moving,
I'm moving out and getting past.
My tail is on the line
but I know that all I've got to do is ask.
02/04/85
Cruising
A cruising song. The music is fairly straightforward 12 bar blues rock and roll with a moving base line and a short, distinct break, similar to a thousand Memphis rock and roll songs. The lyrics convey the feelings I had while driving my Mustang GT's. I was fast and free! These cars would always give just a little more in power and handling. I had bought a brand new red high output 5.0L manual transmission in 1985 and a brand new black one in 1986 and a used gray 1989 automatic in 1990. Being single with a good, engineer's level salary, I was able to buy these wonderful muscle cars. In those days I averaged at least one speeding ticket per year.
Music - Cruising
Using the old reel to reel tape deck, from time to time we would experiment with things like excessive tape echo and running half speed/double speed in order to make chipmunk voices. Here is a version of Cruising in which Bobby was experimenting with the drums. At chipmunk speed they sound like little high pitched bongos.
Music - Cruising (chipmunks)
JRH
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