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Marty Robbins

Twentieth Century Drifter

 

Twentieth Century Drifter

(album: Good 'N Country - 1974)


Driving a race car is my way of making a living
My way of putting the bread on the table at home
I'm getting back about half as much as I'm giving
And I couldn't make it without a good woman at home

First Place could be just a dream, but I'm gonna chase it
Finishing out of the "Top Ten" is nothing but bad
In a "junker", won't ever be first, I might as well face it
First Class equipment is somethiing a man's got to have

You might even call me a twentieth century drifter
Thirty-two week-ends, I load up the car and I'm gone
And my woman cries with each "good-bye" kiss that I give her
And she prays that come Monday morning, I'll be drifting home

Well, my woman sleeps in my arms and I lie here thinking
Half awake, half asleep, I run and re-run the race
From Dark until dawn, it goes on, my half-awake dreaming
And every so often, I dream that I'm taking First Place

But it's got to be more than a dream dreaming won't make it
Aw, dreaming won't ever put bread on the table at home
And racing runs deep in my veins. I'll never shake it
I'm tied to it just like I'm tied to that woman at home

You might even call me a twentieth century drifter
Thirty-two week-ends, I load up the car and I'm gone
And my woman cries with each "good-bye" kiss that I give her
And she prays that come Monday morning, I'll be drifting home

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