(Verse 1)
Raised on grease, grit, and gasoline,
Daddy had a wrench and a Richard Petty dream.
Sundays meant church, then the checkered flag,
With a six-pack cooler in a rebel rag.
(Pre-Chorus)
From Talladega roars to Daytona nights,
We lived for the engines and them floodlight fights.
(Chorus)
NASCAR, you’re a red line thrill,
Fast wheels flyin’ and a heart that won’t sit still.
Rubbin’ paint and raisin’ dust,
It’s speed and steel and God we trust.
With a country song on the radio blastin’,
We’re built for racin’, not for lastin’.
Yeah, it’s left turns and longnecks all the way,
Chasin’ dreams down that oval every day.
(Verse 2)
I got a girl wearin’ cutoffs in the pit row stands,
Wavin’ a number 3 with her sunburned hands.
She loves the roar, that turbo sound,
And the way them tires shake the ground.
(Pre-Chorus)
We kiss every time they drop that green,
She’s my queen of the infield scene.
(Chorus)
NASCAR, you’re a red line thrill,
Fast wheels flyin’ and a heart that won’t sit still.
Rubbin’ paint and raisin’ dust,
It’s speed and steel and God we trust.
With a country song on the radio blastin’,
We’re built for racin’, not for lastin’.
Yeah, it’s left turns and longnecks all the way,
Living wide open, come what may.
(Bridge)
There’s legends in the roar and ghosts in the track,
Dale’s still drivin’ in the wind at our backs.
The flag waves high, the crowd stands tall,
One wrong move and you lose it all.
(Final Chorus)
NASCAR, you’re my kind of f***t,
Burnin’ rubber under neon light.
From Bristol dirt to Charlotte nights,
We’re flyin’ fast and holdin’ tight.
With a prayer for luck and a pedal down,
We’re the kings and queens of this small-town crown.
Yeah, it’s left turns and longnecks, loud and proud,
Livin’ fast in that NASCAR crowd.
