We do this thing we love so much,
Each and every Saturday night.
Sometimes we take the checkered flag,
And sometimes we have to fight.
A big dirt oval is where we play,
That's where we truely feel alive.
It's not for the money or glory at all,
We're jsut searchin for that perfect drive.
It's where grown adults become kids again,
The troubles of the world will have to wait.
If I just get a run commin out of two,
I could pass this guy down the long back straight.
I know that fire that burns inside,
The dream to go big time.
I know that fire all to well,
Cause your dreams are just like mine.
