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I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 |
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Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor |
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She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot |
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Outside the 7-11 store |
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Well me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch |
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And he rides with me from town to town |
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We only run for the money, got no strings attached |
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We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down |
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Tonight, tonight, the strip's just right |
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I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat |
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Summer's here and the time is right |
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For racin' in the street |
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We take all the action we can meet |
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And we cover all the northwest state |
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When the strip shuts down, we run 'em in the street |
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From the fire roads to the interstate |
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Some guys, they just give up living |
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And start dying little by little, piece by piece |
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Some guys come home from work and wash up |
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And go racin' in the street |
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Tonight, tonight, the strip's just right |
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I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats |
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Calling out around the world, we're going racin' in the street |
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Well I met her on the strip three years ago |
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In a Camaro with this dude from L.A. |
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I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away |
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But now there's wrinkles round my baby's eyes |
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And she cries herself to sleep at night |
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When I come home, the house is dark |
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She sighs, "Baby, did you make it all right" |
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She sits on the porch of her daddy's house |
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But all her pretty dreams are torn |
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Well she stares off alone into the night |
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With the eyes of one who hates for just being born |
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For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels |
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Rumbling through this promised land |
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Tonight, my baby and me, we're gonna ride to the sea |
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And wash these sins off of our hands |
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Tonight, tonight, the highway's bright |
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Out of our way, mister, you best keep |
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'Cause summer's here and the time is right |
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For racin' in the street |
