Big Tail Wing

singer songwriter

Copyright © Frank Brannon 2013

Big flat six running down the line
This nine eleven is finer than fine 
Foot on the pedal hand on the stick
Hitting that redline gets a little kick
Over the line pressing on the break
Shift down to second keeps her straight
Steering gets heavy headed to the curve 
Keep the wheels rolling and hold your nerve

Chours
She’s a big flat six red nine eleven
She goes like hell she sounds like heaven
She’s got the stuff to make an angel sing
Look in the mirror she’s even got a big tail wing

He’s working for job he’s working for the man
He’s keeping motivated just as best as he can
Pulls into a where have you been
You’ve been driving that Porsche again
He’s driving for the thrill; he’s driving for the win
He’s driving for a time - that past him when
He’s hitting fifty five and he’s not done yet 
That air cooled Porsche is as good as it gets
Chours
She’s a big flat six red 911
She goes like hell sounds like heaven
She’s got the stuff to make an angel sing
Look in the mirror she’s even got a big tail wing

Bridge
Going to the store it takes a whole hour
He loves that pedal and loves that power
When he needs to ride nothing else will do
Cause that air cooled Porsche is really cool

Big flat six running down the line
This nine elven is finer than fine 
Foot on the pedal hand on the stick
Hits that redline gets a little kick
Over the line pressing on the break
Shift down to second keeps her straight
Steering gets heavy headed to the curve 
Keep the wheels rolling and hold your nerve

She’s a big flat six red 911
She goes like hell sounds like heaven
She’s got the stuff to make an angel sing
Look in the mirror she’s even got a big tail wing

Bridge 2
He’s driving for the thrill; he’s driving for the win
He’s driving for a time - that past him when
He’s hitting fifty five and he’s not done yet 
That air cooled Porsche is as good as it gets