Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy) Lyrics

	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He, too much too believe
	You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
	Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve
	He got a tattoo on his arm that say, â€½Baby"
	He got another one that just say, "Hey"
	But every Sunday afternoon
	He is a dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet
	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He's the best driver in the land
	He say that he learned to race a stock car
	By runnin' 'shine outta Alabam'
	Oh, The Demolition Derby and The Figure Eight
	Is easy money in the bank
	Compared to runnin' from the man
	In Oklahoma City with a 500 gallon tank
	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He, too much too believe
	You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
	Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve
	He got a tattoo on his arm that say, "Baby"
	He got another one that just say, "Hey"
	And Sunday afternoon, he is a dirt track demon
	In a '57 Chevrolet
	Yeah, Roy so cool, that racin' fool
	He don't know what fear's about
	He do a 130 mile an hour smilin' at the camera
	With a toothpick in his mouth
	He got a girl back home, name of 'Dixie Dawn'
	But he got honeys all along the way
	And you oughta hear 'em screamin'
	For that dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet
	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He, too much too believe
	You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
	Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve
	He got a tattoo on his arm that say, "Baby"
	He got another one that just say, "Hey"
	But every Sunday afternoon
	He is a dirt track demon in a '57 Chevrolet

	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He, too much too believe
	You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
	Rolled up in his Tshirt sleeve
	He got a tattoo on his arm that say, Baby"
	He got another one that just say, " Hey"
	But every Sunday afternoon
	He is a dirt track demon in a ' 57 Chevrolet
	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He' s the best driver in the land
	He say that he learned to race a stock car
	By runnin' ' shine outta Alabam'
	Oh, The Demolition Derby and The Figure Eight
	Is easy money in the bank
	Compared to runnin' from the man
	In Oklahoma City with a 500 gallon tank
	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He, too much too believe
	You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
	Rolled up in his Tshirt sleeve
	He got a tattoo on his arm that say, " Baby"
	He got another one that just say, " Hey"
	And Sunday afternoon, he is a dirt track demon
	In a ' 57 Chevrolet
	Yeah, Roy so cool, that racin' fool
	He don' t know what fear' s about
	He do a 130 mile an hour smilin' at the camera
	With a toothpick in his mouth
	He got a girl back home, name of ' Dixie Dawn'
	But he got honeys all along the way
	And you oughta hear ' em screamin'
	For that dirt track demon in a ' 57 Chevrolet
	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He, too much too believe
	You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
	Rolled up in his Tshirt sleeve
	He got a tattoo on his arm that say, " Baby"
	He got another one that just say, " Hey"
	But every Sunday afternoon
	He is a dirt track demon in a ' 57 Chevrolet

	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He, too much too believe
	You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
	Rolled up in his Tshirt sleeve
	He got a tattoo on his arm that say, Baby"
	He got another one that just say, " Hey"
	But every Sunday afternoon
	He is a dirt track demon in a ' 57 Chevrolet
	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He' s the best driver in the land
	He say that he learned to race a stock car
	By runnin' ' shine outta Alabam'
	Oh, The Demolition Derby and The Figure Eight
	Is easy money in the bank
	Compared to runnin' from the man
	In Oklahoma City with a 500 gallon tank
	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He, too much too believe
	You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
	Rolled up in his Tshirt sleeve
	He got a tattoo on his arm that say, " Baby"
	He got another one that just say, " Hey"
	And Sunday afternoon, he is a dirt track demon
	In a ' 57 Chevrolet
	Yeah, Roy so cool, that racin' fool
	He don' t know what fear' s about
	He do a 130 mile an hour smilin' at the camera
	With a toothpick in his mouth
	He got a girl back home, name of ' Dixie Dawn'
	But he got honeys all along the way
	And you oughta hear ' em screamin'
	For that dirt track demon in a ' 57 Chevrolet
	Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
	He, too much too believe
	You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
	Rolled up in his Tshirt sleeve
	He got a tattoo on his arm that say, " Baby"
	He got another one that just say, " Hey"
	But every Sunday afternoon
	He is a dirt track demon in a ' 57 Chevrolet

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