kick in the Asphalt
No Bull
Me and Dad
Me and dad were talking on our way to the track
I said I betcha never seen Jeff Gordon , Dale Earnhardt or guys like that
There’s faster cars, bigger stars, Girls and high bank curves
He just smiled at me and never said a word
I told him ‘bout their nerves of steel, and cars that almost fly
You won’t believe the skill in the way that these guys drive
I said there’s more fans in the stands, and then I realized,
He just sat there listening, with a twinkle in his eyes
I said these are the days when they race for their pride
Swapping paint in the turns and coming out three wide
Racing for the win, and never looking back
These are the days at the track
That’s when my dad said to me, hold on one minute son
Let me tell you how it was, back when I was young
There was Ned Jarrett, Buddy Baker, and the Alabama gang
I just sat and listened, as he rattled off those names
He told me how the drivers worked on their own cars
They had a pit crew of friends and family, but they worked just as hard
no walls to hit, just men to grit, no sponsors, but a lot a heart
I remember how it was, when racing got its start
He said those were the days when they race for their pride
Swapping paint in the turns and coming out three wide
Racing for the win, and never looking back
Those were the days at the track
These are the days when they race for their pride
Swapping paint in the turns and coming out three wide
Racing for the win, and never looking back
These are the days
Those were the days
Now me and dad spent our days at the track

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