That's Racin'

I was born with a silver wheel in my mouth
And when I got old enough I drove it south
Down to the dirt tracks to get a start
I didn’t know a lot about racin'
But I talked the part
And they said «Put your wheels where your mouth is, boy»
So I moved right on up to a fifty dollar car
With a few thousand more, I knew I’d be a star
With a hocked up, propped up, clunky wreck
I knew it wasn’t much, but it was racin'
And I said «Daytona, you’re next»
Well, I ate dust and bad food, drank from a jar
When things got bad I even slept in that car
With a drip pan, dirty nails and grease in the hair
I knew it wasn’t much, but it was racin'
But I didn’t know where
And I still don’t
I’ve been a pit man, a flag man, a gas man, a tow man
Many a man just to run a car
I haven’t had a run of luck to get me far
I know it ain’t much, but it’s racin'
And someday I’m gonna be a star
I could sing a long song about me and that sport
But I got me a ride so I’ll cut it short
Just don’t call me crazy 'til you’ve tried it out
Dirts of Daytona, it’s racin'
That’s what it’s all about
Alright, boys, let’s roll it on out
Ah, that’s a pretty machine
I think I’d even steal for that car