The Association - That's Racin' lyrics
[The Association - That's Racin' lyrics]
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 racin'
But, I talked the part
And they said "Put your wheels
Where your mouth is, boy"
So I moved right on up to a fifty 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 racin'
And I said "Daytona, you're next"
Well, I ate dust and bad food
Drank from a jar
When things got bad I even slept in that car
With a drip pan
Dirty nails and grease in the hair
I knew it wasn't much, but it was racin'
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 haven't had a run of luck to get me far
I know it ain't much, but it's racin'
And 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 racin'
That's what it's all about
Alright, boys, let's roll it on out
Ah, that's a pretty machine
I think I'd even steal for that car
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 racin'
But, I talked the part
And they said "Put your wheels
Where your mouth is, boy"
So I moved right on up to a fifty 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 racin'
And I said "Daytona, you're next"
Well, I ate dust and bad food
Drank from a jar
When things got bad I even slept in that car
With a drip pan
Dirty nails and grease in the hair
I knew it wasn't much, but it was racin'
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 haven't had a run of luck to get me far
I know it ain't much, but it's racin'
And 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 racin'
That's what it's all about
Alright, boys, let's roll it on out
Ah, that's a pretty machine
I think I'd even steal for that car