He never had much but he saved enough To buy a souped up Chevrolet For years he drove them little dirt tracks Tryin' to make himself a name Until one night down in Gainesville When he finally found some fame It took all he had but he took the flag And a drive down victory lane
From Talladega, Alabama He's the new man on the track Lined up next to Sterling Marlin Dale Jarrett's two cars back And it's gentlemen start your engines And the pace car pulls away He may not out run his heroes But he'll prove he's here to stay
CHORUS: Legends of the asphalt Men with nerves of steel They'll give up everything they own Just to stay behind the wheel From a Thunderbird to a Chevrolet Who wins nobody knows They're runnin' hard for the checkered flag They're high speed heroes
It's a pedal to the metal Rev up and change the gears And the sound of Sunday thunder Is sweet music to his ears There's a pileup on the back stretch And the crowd begins to roar And his mind goes back to other days And the ones who came before There's Richard, Dale, and Herbie, Davey, Lee, and Cale And in the second turn's the very place Where old fireball hit the rail Dale Earnhardt took the long ride He didn't go alone He just drove off into glory And the angels took him home
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Copy to Clipboard: He never had much but he saved enough To buy a souped up Chevrolet For years he drove them little dirt tracks Tryin' to make himself a name Until one night down in Gainesville When he finally found some fame It took all he had but he took the flag And a drive down victory lane
From Talladega, Alabama He's the new man on the track Lined up next to Sterling Marlin Dale Jarrett's two cars back And it's gentlemen start your engines And the pace car pulls away He may not out run his heroes But he'll prove he's here to stay
CHORUS: Legends of the asphalt Men with nerves of steel They'll give up everything they own Just to stay behind the wheel From a Thunderbird to a Chevrolet Who wins nobody knows They're runnin' hard for the checkered flag They're high speed heroes
It's a pedal to the metal Rev up and change the gears And the sound of Sunday thunder Is sweet music to his ears There's a pileup on the back stretch And the crowd begins to roar And his mind goes back to other days And the ones who came before There's Richard, Dale, and Herbie, Davey, Lee, and Cale And in the second turn's the very place Where old fireball hit the rail Dale Earnhardt took the long ride He didn't go alone He just drove off into glory And the angels took him home
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