Split Shifter

You gotta let it up easy
Step like a baby off that clutch
Leave it in neutral briefly
Make sure the transmission syncs up
And when it sounds like it's idling
Hit the splitter, then clutch again
It's gonna shake like it's dying
It's gonna cough and choke, but then

You're gonna have the butt
You're gonna have enough torque in the rear
To pull a cow through a keyhole in second gear
It's gonna shake you up
But when the gear box screams like a girl
And the stack belches black
You can haul the world

When it's steady and level
Feels like you're almost standing still
But when the pavement goes to gravel
And the grade runs steep uphill
You gotta go for your granny
Cause she's the lowest gear of all
The bottom end of your tranny will take it slow
But you'll never stall

That's how it is for us
A thousand revolutions per inch
But there's power in patience and persistence
It gets dangerous
When you're geared too high for the hill

Wanna get to the top, but you never will
Stay in the red till you smell the choke
Lay on your throttle and eat the smoke
Last chance, first gear, maybe this year
No plans, no fear, maybe this year
When the motor is wound up high
The rubber's thick and the road is dry
I'll keep the shoulder in my right eye
I'll keep the road in my left and just drive
Last chance first gear, maybe this year
No plans, no fear, maybe this year
Nothing but hills and gravel
Trust that two speed axle
Hazards on and get right
Maybe this year we'll finally be alright
Maybe