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I got a '69 Chevy with a 396 Fuelie heads |
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And a Hurst on the floor |
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She's waiting tonight down in the parking lot |
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Outside the 7-11 store. |
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Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch |
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And he rides with me from town to town |
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We only run for the money got no strings attached |
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We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down. |
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Tonight, tonight the strip's just right |
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I'm gonna blow 'em off in my first heat |
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Summer's here and the time is right |
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For racing in the street. |
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We take all the action we can meet |
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And we cover all the northeast states |
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When the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street |
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From the fire roads to the interstate. |
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Now some guys they just give up living |
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And start dying little by little piece by piece |
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Some guys come home from work |
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And wash up and go racing in the street. |
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Tonight, tonight the strip's just right |
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I'm gonna blow 'em all out of their seats |
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Calling out around the world |
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We're going racing in the street. |
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--- Instrumental --- |
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He met her on the strip three years ago |
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In a Camaro with this dude from LA |
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He blew that Camaro off his back |
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And he drove that little girl away. |
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But now there's wrinkles around his baby's eyes |
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And she cries herself to sleep at night |
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When he comes home the house is dark |
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She says baby did you make it alright? |
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She sits on the porch of her daddy's house |
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But all her pretty dreams are torn |
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She stares out alone into the night with the eyes |
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Of one who hates for just being born. |
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For all the shut-down strangers and hot rod angels |
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Rumbling through this promised land |
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Tonight my baby and me we're gonna ride to the sea |
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And wash these sins off our hands. |
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Tonight, tonight the highway's bright |
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Out of our way mister, you best keep |
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'Cause summer's here and the time is right |
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For racing in the street... |
