Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Daddy's Cup, artist - Drive-By Truckers. Album song The Dirty South, in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 31.12.2003
Record label: New West
Song language: English
Daddy's Cup |
Before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand |
I was my Mama’s little angel and my Daddy’s second chance |
He went end over end the first year he went pro |
Lost part of his eyesight and he couldn’t race no more |
But he never lost his touch when he got underneath the hood |
He knew how to make them run and he knew one day he would |
See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup |
Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood |
He would put me on his lap when he’d drive and I’d take the wheel |
He’d say «What do you think about that son? |
How does she feel? |
You just wait till them little legs get long enough to reach the gas |
Once you put her on the floor one time there ain’t no turning back» |
Every Saturday, he’d take me out to the garage |
He’d take an empty bucket and fill it full of engine parts |
He’s sit me down and pour em out in front of me on the floor |
I’d have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for |
We’d jump into the car and go down to the race that night |
He’d tell me what each driver was doing wrong and what each one did right |
He could always pick the winner before they ever took a curve |
#3 might have the car but 43 has got the nerve |
Before I turned 18 Daddy said «Now pretty soon |
You’ll be old enough to drive but I’ll leave it up to you |
I taught you all about it, taught you everything I know |
You gotta have a car to do it and you gotta work and buy your own» |
The first one I bought was a Mustang #2 |
Nobody kept’em any longer than they kept a pair of shoes |
They started showing up at every used car lot in town |
A V-8 on a go-cart, easy terms, no money down |
Me and Daddy and my uncle took her home and tore her down |
Checked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out |
Took out all the seats, pulled the carpet off the floor |
Knocked out all the glass and welded up the doors |
The first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame |
I started out way in the back and came back about the same |
I pulled her in the pit, couldn’t look my Daddy in the eye |
He said «If you quit now son, it’s gonna haunt you all your life» |
It ain’t about the money or even being #1 |
You gotta know when it’s all over you did the best you could’ve done |
Knowing that it’s in you and you never let it out |
Is worse than blowing any engine or any wreck you’ll ever have |
Since then I’ve wrecked a bunch of cars and I’ve broke a bunch of bones |
It’s anybody’s race out there and I’ve learned to race my own |
I’d shove em in the wall and I’d hit em from behind |
I’d let them know that I was there, I’d let them know that track was mine |
It’s been several years now since my Daddy passed away |
But his picture’s on my dash every time I go to race |
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 |