| After two thousands came thousands and one
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| To be the new champions, we were there for to run
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| From springtime in Arizona, 'til the fall in Monterey
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| And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way
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| It was in Phoenix in the morning, I had a wakeup call
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| She went around the without a warning and put me in the wall
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| I drove at Long Beach California with three cracked vertebrae
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| And we went on the Indianapolis, Indiana; |
| in May
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| Well, the Brickyard’s there to crucify anyone who will not learn
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| I climbed a mountain to qualify ran flat through the turns
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| And I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died
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| And I sat down in gasoline alley and I cried
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| Well we were in at the kill again on the Milwaukee Mile
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| And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle
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| Then It was on to Portland Oregon for the G. I. Joe
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| And I blew off almost everyone when I my motor let go
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| New England, Ontario we died in the dirt
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| Those walls from Mid-Ohio to Toronto they hurt
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| So we came to Road America where we burned up at the lake
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| But at the Speedway At Nazareth I made no mistake |