Lyrics

Gotta stock car race at 1/2 past eight

Called my baby, said" "Don't be late!"

She said: "Don't worry 'bout the time,

I'll see you at the finish line".


I drove my car up to the start

My Mercury, she looks the part

Triple carbs, all in a line

Cragar mags, they sure do shine.


I look round, don't seem to see

My baby nowhere close to me

The racing starts and round we go

50 laps of dirt track show.


I take the lead bout 1/2 way through.

The checkered flag, it comes in view.

Then to my complete surprise

My baby starts to pass me by.


A dirt track, hopped up, hot rod ride

Blown and fast, she starts to slide

The finish line is coming fast

I see my baby hit the gas


150 miles per hour

She rockets by the flag man's tower

My dirt track baby looks so fine

Waiting at the finish line.