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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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