Lyrics
i was born with a silver wheel in my mouth, and when i got old enough i drove it south, down to the dirt tracks to get a start, i didn't know a lot about racin', but i talked the part; and they said put your wheels where your mouth is, boy, so i moved right on up to a 50 dollar car, with a few thousand more, i knew i'd be a star, with a hocked up, propped up, clunky wreck, i knew it wasn't much, but it was racin', and i said "daytona, you're next", well, i ate dust and bad food, and drank from a jar, when things got bad i even slept in that car, with a dirt pan, dirty nails and grease in my hair, i knew it wasn't much, but it was racin', but i didn't know where; and i still don't, i've been a pit man, a flag man, a gas man, a tow man, many a man just to run a car, i hadn't had a run o-luck to get me far, i know it ain't much, but it's racin', someday i'm gonna be a star, i could sing a long song about me and that sport, but i got me a ride so i'll cut it short, just don't call me crazy 'til you've tried it out, dirts of daytona, it's racin', that's what it's all about, alright boys, let's roll it on out, oh, that's a pretty machine, i think i'd even steal for that car
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Artist: association, the