We need to enter a GMG Homie Car…
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Where do we get $300.00 cars tab run?
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In the old days the older teens driving age, used to know where the woods bomber’s were at left up woods not street legal for sure :-O. Shot of looks but long on runs…:-) Dave
Jim Croce – Rapid Roy (The stock car boy)
Uploaded on Mar 14, 2010
Jim Croce – Rapid Roy (The stock car boy)
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say “baby”
He got another one that just say “hey”
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ’57 Chevrolet
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He’s the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin’ shine outta alabam’
Oh the demolition derby
And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin’ from the man
In oklahoma city
With a 500 gallon tank
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say “baby”
He got another one that just say “hey”
And Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ’57 Chevrolet
Yeah roy so cool
That racin’ fool he don’t know what fear’s about
He do a hundred thirty mile an hour
Smilin’ at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home
Name of dixie dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear ’em screamin’
For that dirt track demon
In a ’57 Chevrolet
Oh rapid roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say “baby”
He got another one that just say “hey”
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a ’57 Chevrolet
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