Dirt Track Cowboys [live] Songtext
von Adam Brand
Dirt Track Cowboys [live] Songtext
And right now we′d like to do a romantic love ballad for you
And it's called "Dirt Track Cowboys"
If this doesn′t turn you on folks, you haven't got a switch
Friday night is speedway night at the national capital of speed
Sit down and hang on, here come the dirt track cowboys
Strap yourself in
Hang on for the ride
Well dirt's gonna fly
And the ground′s gonna shake tonight
Well you don′t have to look far
'Cause it′s right here in your back yard
There's a hundred tracks across our land
They call home, this fearless band of dirt track
Dirt track cowboys
Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain′t no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys
Well there ain′t nothing like
A big angry field
When they're tearing down the back straight
Wheel to wheel
He's got a big V8 underneath that hood
When the lights go green
Rushy′s gonna scream
The wildest boys that you ever have seen
They′re dirt track, dirt track cowboys, hey
Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It′s the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys
Garry Rush, the living legend of sprint car racing
Fires his 700 horsepower six-shooter down the back straight
Pushin' the cushion as he chases on the tail of the world series champ, Skip Jackson
Adrian Maher, Brooke Tattnal and Kelly Linigen
Ooh yeah, here come the bigs with wings
Last lap, here′s the boss of the sprint car bullring
The brumby bullet, Ron Krikke, banking the cheque on the final corner
Krikke smokes 'em, ooh yeah, that one′s for the boys
Yeah, them dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal open wheel, sing it
(Dirt track cowboys)
Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain′t no Hollywood Star Wars
It′s the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys
Dirt track cowboys, hey
Dirt track cowboys (ooh yeah)
(Why you do it all the time?)
Folks, thanks very much, you've been a fantastic audience
We′ll see you next time, goodnight
And it's called "Dirt Track Cowboys"
If this doesn′t turn you on folks, you haven't got a switch
Friday night is speedway night at the national capital of speed
Sit down and hang on, here come the dirt track cowboys
Strap yourself in
Hang on for the ride
Well dirt's gonna fly
And the ground′s gonna shake tonight
Well you don′t have to look far
'Cause it′s right here in your back yard
There's a hundred tracks across our land
They call home, this fearless band of dirt track
Dirt track cowboys
Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain′t no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys
Well there ain′t nothing like
A big angry field
When they're tearing down the back straight
Wheel to wheel
He's got a big V8 underneath that hood
When the lights go green
Rushy′s gonna scream
The wildest boys that you ever have seen
They′re dirt track, dirt track cowboys, hey
Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It′s the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys
Garry Rush, the living legend of sprint car racing
Fires his 700 horsepower six-shooter down the back straight
Pushin' the cushion as he chases on the tail of the world series champ, Skip Jackson
Adrian Maher, Brooke Tattnal and Kelly Linigen
Ooh yeah, here come the bigs with wings
Last lap, here′s the boss of the sprint car bullring
The brumby bullet, Ron Krikke, banking the cheque on the final corner
Krikke smokes 'em, ooh yeah, that one′s for the boys
Yeah, them dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal open wheel, sing it
(Dirt track cowboys)
Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain′t no Hollywood Star Wars
It′s the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys
Dirt track cowboys, hey
Dirt track cowboys (ooh yeah)
(Why you do it all the time?)
Folks, thanks very much, you've been a fantastic audience
We′ll see you next time, goodnight
Writer(s): Adam Brand Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com