{Duration:03:38} [A][F#m][G][D] [A][F#m][G][D] [A][F#m][G] [D] My [A]uncle has a country place that [F#m]no one knows about. He [G]says it used to be a farm be[A]fore the motor law. And on [A]Sundays I elude the eyes and [F#m]hop the turbine freight To [G]far outside the wire where my [D]whitehaired uncle waits. [F#m][G][F#m][G] [A][D][A][D][A][D][G][A] [A]Jump to the ground[D] as the [A]turbo slows[D] across the [A]border line.[D] [G][A][A]Run like the wind[D] as ex[A]citement shiv[D]ers up and [A]down my [D]spine. [G][A][F]Down in his barn[C] my [F]uncle preserved[C] for me an [F]old machine[C] For [F]fifty odd [G]years, to [F]keep it[C] as [F]new has been[C] his [F]dear[C]est dream. I [A]strip away the old debris that [F#m]hides the shining car. A [G]brilliant Red Barchetta from a [D]better vanished time. I [A]fire up, the willing engine re[F#m]sponding with a roar. [G]Tires spitting gravel, I commit[D] my weekly crime.[E] [D]Wind in my hair, Shifting and drifting Mechanical music, Adrenaline surge, [A#][F][A#][F][C#][G#][C#][G#] [A#]Well weathered [F]leather, hot [A#]metal and [F]oil. The [C#]scented [G#]country air, [C#] [G#] [E]Sunlight on [B]chrome, The [E]blur of the [B]landscape, [G]every [D]nerve aware.[G] [G][A][D][G] [A][D][A][D][A][D] [A][D][A][D][A][D][A][D] [A][D][G][A] [A]Suddenly ahead of me a[F#m]cross the mountain side, A [G]gleaming alloy air car shoots towards[A]me two lanes wide. I [A]spin around with shrieking tires to [F#m]run the deadly race. Go [G]screaming through the valley as a[A]nother joins the chase. [F][E][F][E][F][E][F][G] [F][E][F][E][F][E][F][G] [A][D][A][D][A][D][G][A] [A]Drive like the wind,[D][A]straining the lim[D]its of ma[A]chine and [D]man. [G][A][A]Laughing out [D]loud with [A]fear and hope[D] i've got a [A]desperate[D]plan. [G][A] At the [F]one lane bridge[C] I leave the [F]giants stran[C]ded at the [F]river side. [C] [F][G] Race [F]back to the farm[C] to [F]dream with my un[C]cle at the [F]fire[C]side.[F][C][F][C] [A][F#m][G][D] [A][F#m][G][D] [A][F#m][G][D] [G]