[C] – – – – – Rapid Roy (That Stock Car Boy), Jim Croce
Ol’ 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 one that just say “Hey”
But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon, In his ’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 outtaAlabam‘
Oh the demolition derby, And the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank, Compared to runnin‘ from the man
Down in Oklahoma City, With a five hundred gallon tank
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Yeah Roy’s 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 his ’57 Chevrolet
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