| rubber, turnin' my fast car
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| Racin' to the Sprint Cup 'cause I’m NASCAR
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| Call me Robby, Jeff, or Dale Earnhardt
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| Gentlemen, start your engines, it’s NASCAR
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| Number one, I’ll never be the last car
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| Finish line’s all mine 'cause I’m NASCAR
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| Sorry, it’s time to go party
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| Left y’all in the dust
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| Sprint Cup from Daytona to Talladega
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| Colt Ford gear shiftin' at the speedway
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| You can call me Jimmie Johnson, board leader all day
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| Got the Chevy car without keys
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| Five hundred laps to go, and the track is all me
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| Too many sponsors on my car from Kellogg’s to Kraft Cheese
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| That’s me walkin' in
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| My game plan is simple, son I came to win
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| Just give me a Budweiser, this one for Rough Rider
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| passing signal just like
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| Chase to Bank America, my gas tank full now
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| See the checker flag drop, I’m feelin' good now
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| Foot to the pedal, asphalt touchin' rubber
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| Used to watch Richard Petty growin' up, I learned from it
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| My pit crew sick too, it’s like Amazing Grace
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| I say a prayer 'fore the helmet touch my face
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| rubber, turnin' my fast car
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| Racin' to the Sprint Cup 'cause I’m NASCAR
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| Call me Robby, Jeff, or Dale Earnhardt
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| Gentlemen, start your engines, it’s NASCAR
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| Number one, I’ll never be the last car
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| Finish line’s all mine 'cause I’m NASCAR
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| Sorry, it’s time to go party
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| Left y’all in the dust
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| I wanna go fast, it’s either first or last
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| So we can bang and trade paint if you’re trying to pass
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| I feel the need for speed, guess I was born to do it
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| It’s a crash, pick a line and drive through it
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| My fuel’s gettin' low, but I got to go
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| This is NASCAR baby, ain’t no time for slow
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| If you wanna come get it, we could walk the ground
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| But I’m here for one thing, and that’s the finish line
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| Runnin' side by side with smoke and Kurt Busch
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| comin' fast, can’t stop, I gotta push
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| Casey Mears and Mark Martin in the outside groove
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| Kasey Kahne goin' low, but they all too slow
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| Old got the lead with twenty laps to go
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| See ya all at victory lane where they pop the champagne
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| Dodge and Toyota, even Chevy and Ford
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| I love 'em all, baby doll, when the pedal’s to the floor
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| rubber, turnin' my fast car
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| Racin' to the Sprint Cup 'cause I’m NASCAR
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| Call me Robby, Jeff, or Dale Earnhardt
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| Gentlemen, start your engines, it’s NASCAR
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| Number one, I’ll never be the last car
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| Finish line’s all mine 'cause I’m NASCAR
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| Sorry, it’s time to go party
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| Left y’all in the dust
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| Hey, Colt
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| You look pretty good out there, buddy
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| I’m comin', baby
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| I know you wanna win
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| I came to win
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| You got to slow down
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| You’re all over the track
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| Don’t crash that car
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| You’ll be in trouble if you crash that car
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| Don’t worry about it son, I got it
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| How far back are they?
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| I don’t know, just slow down
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| I can’t slow down baby, this is NASCAR
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| I’ll see y’all at the finish line |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Left Y'all in the Dust (Nascar Song) , by - Colt Ford. Song from the album Ride Through the Country, in the genre Кантри