It was a sunny Feburary day
The air was tense some would say.
This is the Biggest Race of the Season
To drive and win was just enough reason.
Excitement seemed to fill the air
Drivers gathered together in prayer.
A loving wife's hand on her husband' shoulder
Praying for protection from the Great Beholder.
Seasoned drivers,rookies,and past champions too
Were readying themselves for the race that is true.
A father was driving his dead son's car
In memory of a life lost,on his heart a scar.
Another father looking proud as he can be
Drove behind his son,in car number three.
Both father and boss,three cars on the track,
All wanting to win,none looking back.
Had they looked back,what they would see
The Intimidator turned Protector in Car Number Three,
He blocked and swerve,well that was no sin,
He held the pack off so his drivers could win.
Just when he knew that the race was won,
Dale hit the wall in a race of his own.
All went black as he closed his eyes,I know he wasn't ready for all the goodbyes.
We just can't believe that this was his final ride
But he saw Mike and Dale Jr.,and he swelled with pride.
A bittersweet victory was what Mike felt
While beside his great father his son Dale Jr. knelt.
Intimidator to some,a Hero to all
I believe he was ready for the Lord's call.
Dale we will miss you,Our hearts do cry,
But we know that you,re driving the car #3 in the sky.
