Standard (EADGBE)
3x
I was cruisin' in my Stingray late one night,
when an XKE pulled up on the right.
And rolled down the window of his shiny new Jag,
and challenged me then and there to a drag.
I said, "you're on, buddy, my mill's runnin' fine,
let's come off the line, now, at Sunset and Vine.
But I'll go you one better if you've got the nerve.
Let's race all the way,
to Dead Man's
Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
Dead Man's Curve, you must keep away
Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say:
"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
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 tail lights.
He passed me at Doheny then I started to swerve,
but I pulled her out and there we were,
at Dead Man's
Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
Dead Man's Curve, you must keep away
Well - the last thing I remember, Doc, I started to swerve.
And then I saw the Jag slide into the curve.
I know I'll never forget that horrible sight.
I guess I found out for myself that everyone was right.
"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve"
Dead Man's Curve, it's no place to play
Dead Man's Curve, you must keep away
Dead Man's Curve, I can hear 'em say:
"Won't come back from Dead Man's Curve" 3x