FORD

Finally
I was Sixteen
They should've thought hard
About that plastic card
That they Gave me
It was only
A matter of time
Before I was out running blue lights and
You'd only find that truck parked in the driveway
If it was Sunday

From a 96 ranger with an extended cab
To Buddy Baker and a checkered flag
No rear views, yeah we never looked back
Hell on wheels wasn't ever too fast
We got four Good years in that red dirt
From Bristol to Charlotte on that third turn
Second place loves the thrill of chase
But we were always first on race day

First to
Make a move
On that girl in the truck bed,
Ya swear that it's love or when
You came through
Cause you had to
Get your buddy unstuck
When he put his rig in the mud

From a 96 ranger with an extended cab
To Buddy Baker and a checkered flag
No rear views, yeah we never looked back
Hell on wheels wasn't ever too fast
We got four Good years in that red dirt
From Bristol to Charlotte on that third turn
Second place loves the thrill of chase
But we were always first on race day

We treated this small town
Like a short track
And I'd give anything
To take one last lap

In a 96 ranger with an extended cab
With Buddy Baker and a checkered flag
No rear views, yeah we never looked back
Hell on wheels wasn't ever too fast
We got four Good years in that red dirt
From Bristol to Charlotte on that third turn
Second place loves the thrill of chase
But we were always first on race day
We were always first
Yeah we were always first on race day



Credits
Writer(s): James Fouts
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