Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy) — текст песни (Jim Croce)

CHORUS:

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much too believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say Baby
He got another on that just say Hey
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon
In a `57 Chevrolet

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He`s the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin` `shine outa Alabam`
Oh the Demolition Derby
And the Figure Eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin` from the man
In Oklahoma City
With a 500 gallon tank

(Repeat Chorus)

Yea Roy so cool
That racin` fool he don`t know what fear`s about
He do a hundred thirty mile an hour
Smilin` at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home
Name of Dixie Dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear `em screamin`
For that dirt track demon
In a `57 Chevrolet

(Repeat Chorus)