1978 not far from San Antone
A banksman's crooked hand put them red letters on our door
Four wheels smokin its not far
Two outlaws in the car and baby we were gone
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 under her knee
A real Saturday night special to me
Oh Thunderbird give me more
Baby hear her roar
Baby hear her roar
South of Travis and Main
Not long after sundown
Ill set fire to this whole damn town
My blood was racing
The earth was shakin
Right before I put him in the ground
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 under her knee
A real Saturday night special to me
Oh Thunderbird give me more
Baby hear her roar
Baby hear her roar
Pulling into traffic dodging more than flashing red
Screamin past the blues on I-10
Looking back the rearview
Thunderbird I need you
Oh Thunderbird give more
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 loaded under her knee
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 under her knee
A real Saturday night special to me
Oh Thunderbird give me more
Baby hear her roar
Baby give me more"
Copperhead Jones - Thunderbird Lyrics
Copperhead Jones - Thunderbird Lyrics
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1978 not far from San Antone
A banksman's crooked hand put them red letters on our door
Four wheels smokin its not far
Two outlaws in the car and baby we were gone
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 under her knee
A real Saturday night special to me
Oh Thunderbird give me more
Baby hear her roar
Baby hear her roar
South of Travis and Main
Not long after sundown
Ill set fire to this whole damn town
My blood was racing
The earth was shakin
Right before I put him in the ground
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 under her knee
A real Saturday night special to me
Oh Thunderbird give me more
Baby hear her roar
Baby hear her roar
Pulling into traffic dodging more than flashing red
Screamin past the blues on I-10
Looking back the rearview
Thunderbird I need you
Oh Thunderbird give more
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 loaded under her knee
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 under her knee
A real Saturday night special to me
Oh Thunderbird give me more
Baby hear her roar
Baby give me more"
A banksman's crooked hand put them red letters on our door
Four wheels smokin its not far
Two outlaws in the car and baby we were gone
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 under her knee
A real Saturday night special to me
Oh Thunderbird give me more
Baby hear her roar
Baby hear her roar
South of Travis and Main
Not long after sundown
Ill set fire to this whole damn town
My blood was racing
The earth was shakin
Right before I put him in the ground
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 under her knee
A real Saturday night special to me
Oh Thunderbird give me more
Baby hear her roar
Baby hear her roar
Pulling into traffic dodging more than flashing red
Screamin past the blues on I-10
Looking back the rearview
Thunderbird I need you
Oh Thunderbird give more
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 loaded under her knee
Oh Thunderbird stealin my heart in the rearview
With a .38 under her knee
A real Saturday night special to me
Oh Thunderbird give me more
Baby hear her roar
Baby give me more"
Writer: Jon McElroy, Mark Jones, Nick Sturms
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Performed By: Copperhead Jones
Language: English
Length: 3:52
Written by: Jon McElroy, Mark Jones, Nick Sturms