| Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand
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| I was my Mama’s little angel and my Daddy’s second chance
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| He went end over end the first year he went pro
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| Lost part of his eyesight and he couldn’t race no more
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| But he never lost his touch when he got underneath the hood
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| He knew how to make them run and he knew one day he would
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| See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup
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| Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood
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| He would put me on his lap when he’d drive and I’d take the wheel
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| He’d say «What do you think about that son? |
| How does she feel?
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| You just wait till them little legs get long enough to reach the gas
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| Once you put her on the floor one time there ain’t no turning back»
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| Every Saturday, he’d take me out to the garage
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| He’d take an empty bucket and fill it full of engine parts
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| He’s sit me down and pour em out in front of me on the floor
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| I’d have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for
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| We’d jump into the car and go down to the race that night
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| He’d tell me what each driver was doing wrong and what each one did right
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| He could always pick the winner before they ever took a curve
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| #3 might have the car but 43 has got the nerve
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| Before I turned 18 Daddy said «Now pretty soon
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| You’ll be old enough to drive but I’ll leave it up to you
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| I taught you all about it, taught you everything I know
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| You gotta have a car to do it and you gotta work and buy your own»
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| The first one I bought was a Mustang #2
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| Nobody kept’em any longer than they kept a pair of shoes
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| They started showing up at every used car lot in town
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| A V-8 on a go-cart, easy terms, no money down
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| Me and Daddy and my uncle took her home and tore her down
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| Checked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out
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| Took out all the seats, pulled the carpet off the floor
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| Knocked out all the glass and welded up the doors
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| The first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame
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| I started out way in the back and came back about the same
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| I pulled her in the pit, couldn’t look my Daddy in the eye
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| He said «If you quit now son, it’s gonna haunt you all your life»
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| It ain’t about the money or even being #1
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| You gotta know when it’s all over you did the best you could’ve done
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| Knowing that it’s in you and you never let it out
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| Is worse than blowing any engine or any wreck you’ll ever have
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| Since then I’ve wrecked a bunch of cars and I’ve broke a bunch of bones
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| It’s anybody’s race out there and I’ve learned to race my own
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| I’d shove em in the wall and I’d hit em from behind
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| I’d let them know that I was there, I’d let them know that track was mine
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| It’s been several years now since my Daddy passed away
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| But his picture’s on my dash every time I go to race
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| I lost more than I won but I ain’t gonna give up Till they put me in the ground or Daddy’s name’s on that cup |