when i was just a boy,
maybe 5 years old,
i saw my first night race
in the freezing cold.
wrapped up in moving blankets
in the back of that ford.
i remember thinking
‘y’all, i won’t be doing this anymore.’
fast forward a couple years
down to rockingham,
18 years old, racin’ like my old man.
when you’re living it up
with no restrictor plate,
ain’t it crazy how this life’s kinda like a nascar race?
we goin’
round and round
in a circle, southern boys
laying on the gas make the world go round
like a smooth baby blue road runner
all black chevy with a 3 on the side
what yall know about that?
what yall know about that?
watching goodyears roll by
watching goodyears roll by
if you think its cutting close, stay where you at.
call the crew chief up
tell ’em one more lap
all them boys out there are crazy,
let em run outta gas,
cause the tank we’re running on
ain’t the one in the back!
oh, 5 laps in once the car gets hot,
ya better pull that lever
if you wanna drop your shot.
drive that girl till your ole heart stops
ya never know this lap might be the last one you’ve got.
goin’
round and round
in a circle, southern boys
laying on the gas make the world go round
like a smooth baby blue road runner
all black chevy with a 3 on the side
what yall know about that?
what yall know about that?
watching goodyears roll by
watching goodyears roll by
naw there ain’t no right turns
and ya cant go back.
one day they’re gonna wave
that ole checkered flag.
yeah
round and round
in a circle, southern boys
laying on the gas make the world go round
like a smooth baby blue road runner
all black chevy with a 3 on the side
what yall know about that?
what yall know about that?
watching goodyears roll by
watching goodyears roll by
watching goodyears roll by.
