That's Racin'

(アルバム： Stop Your Motor - 1971)

I was born with a silver wheel in my mouth
And when I got old enough I drove it south
Down to the dirt tracks to get a start
I didn't know a lot about racing

But I talked the part; and they said put your wheels where your mouth is, boy

So I moved right on up to a 50 dollar car
With a few thousand more, I knew I'd be a star
With a hocked up, propped up, clunky wreck
I knew it wasn't much, but it was racing

And I said "Daytona, you're next"

Well, I ate dust and bad food, and drank from a jar
When things got bad I even slept in that car
With a dirt pan, dirty nails and grease in my hair
I knew it wasn't much, but it was racing

But I didn't know where; and I still don't

I've been a pit man, a flag man, a gas man, a tow man
Many a man just to run a car
I hadn't had a run o-luck to get me far
I know it ain't much, but it's racing

Someday I'm gonna be a star

I could sing a long song about me and that sport
But I got me a ride so I'll cut it short
Just don't call me crazy 'til you've tried it out
Dirts of Daytona, it's racing

That's what it's all about
Alright boys, let's roll it on out
Oh, that's a pretty machine
I think I'd even steal for that car