A My uncle has a country place F#m That no one knows about. G He says it used to be a farm A Before the motor law. A And on Sundays I elude the eyes F#m And hop the turbine freight G To far outside the wire D Where my whitehaired uncle waits. Chorus: A D Jump to the ground A D A D as the turbo slows across the border line. A D Run like the wind A D A D as excitement shivers up and down my spine. F C Down in his barn F C F C my uncle preserved for me an old machine F G For fifty odd years, F C F C F C to keep it as new has been his dearest dream. I strip away the old debris That hides a shining car A brilliant red Barchetta From a better, vanished time We fire up the willing engine Responding with a roar Tires spitting gravel I commit my weekly crime D Wind in my hair, Shifting and drifting Mechanical music, Adrenaline surge, A# F A# F Well weathered leather, hot metal and oil. C# G# C# G# The scented country air, E B Sunlight on chrome, E B G D G The blur of the landscape, every nerve aware. Suddenly ahead of me Across the mountainside A gleaming alloy air-car Shoots towards me, two lanes wide I spin around with shrieking tires To run the deadly race Go screaming through the valley As another joins the chase Chorus: Drive like the wind Straining the limits of machine and man Laughing out loud with fear and hope I've got a desperate plan At the one-lane bridge I leave the giants stranded at the riverside Race back to the farm To dream with my uncle at the fireside | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA A# C C# D E F F#m G G# B |