Sunday Morning at the Dragstrip Songtext
von Zachary Lucky

I remember Sunday morning
Like it was yesterday
Oh Me and my dad headed south to the track
Down the number eleven highway
It was gas up the car and get out of town
Boy we don′t wanna be late
Oh a quarter mile of smooth concrete
Seemed like a mighty long way

The people came from all around
From every farm and town
Just to see those boys run their cars
To feel them shake the ground
There were Fords and Chevys and a Dodge or two
Neath that prairie sun beating down
Oh Sunday morning at the drag strip
Felt like walking on holy ground


It's light up the tires and drive real fast
Boy would you look at them go
I loved the way the tire smoke smelt
And to hear the engines roar
I′d run beside them in the tall grass
Just as fast as my legs would go
Light up the tires and drive real fast
Boy would you look at them go

I often think about those days
And how I wish I could go back
Just to be that young and feel that free
Standing right next to the track
To feel that wind in my hair
To see my dear ol dad
Sunday morning at the drag strip
Felt like walking on holy land

It's light up the tires and drive real fast
Boy would you look at them go
I loved the way the tire smoke smelt
And to hear the engines roar
I'd run beside them in the tall grass
Just as fast as my legs would go
Light up the tires and drive real fast
Boy would you look at them go
Light up the tires and drive real fast
Boy would you look at them go