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Intro (horns doubled by guitar): [3X, full band third time]
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Verse 1:
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I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night
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When an XKE pulled up on the right
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And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag
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And challenged me then and there to a drag
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I said, "you're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine
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Let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine
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But I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve
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Let's race all the way
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To Dead Man's Curve"
Chorus
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Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
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Dead Man's Curve, you must keep away
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Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say:
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"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
Verse 2:
The street was deserted late Friday night
We were buggin' each other while we sat out the light
We both popped the clutch when the light turned green
You shoulda heard the whine from my screamin' machine
I flew past LaBrea, Schwab's, and Crescent Heights
And all the Jag could see were my six taillights
He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve
But I pulled her out and there we were
At Dead Man's Curve
Partial chorus:
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Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
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Dead Man's Curve
Dramatic interlude:
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Well - the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve
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And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve
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I know I'll never forget that horrible sight
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I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right
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"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
[repeat chorus to fade]
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