Racing With My Heart

It started out front with a five and dime

A racing car for a quarter a ride mama looked

worried than she strapped me in 'cause she knew

I'd drive and win but I ran out of gas

before to long she dropped another quarter

And the race went on at the finish line I herd

the roar of the crowd but it was mama just laughing out loud



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'cause I'm racing with my heart and with my soul

Never looking back around the oval track

it's a feeling I couldn't let go I took the ckeckard flag

At the finish line and the victory lap

when the race is mine running to win and racing with my heart



When I was 15 I got a part time job

Working on motors down at joe's garage in my school

and underneath the hood of a Chevy or Ford T-Bird

Down at the track every Saturday

night he ran a fast car that I wanted to drive

I made pit crew chief for the last two years

one night he put me in gear



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