Daytona

He was a small-town boy from the valley
Now hes suiting up in gasoline alley
Looking to rise up through the field
Leave his mark, fate not yet sealed
Pitlane roars with the sound of engines
Drivers getting ready, rising tensions
The revs are rising, smell of gasoline
The anthem is sung, its one to green

Daytona
Daytona
Daytona
Daytona

On his own out on the track
He's going to attack the pack from the back
Theres only one thing on his mind starting last
All he can think about is going fast
Ignore the critics, ignore the doubt
In his own mind, he's just gonna block it out
Rising through the field, just as he told
Time for confidence, time to be bold

Daytona
Daytona
Daytona
Daytona

Time to attack the pack
Time to attack the track
Which driver is going to crack
Come on bro, lets go for a hack

Daytona
Daytona
Daytona
Daytona

Weaving in out of the carnage ahead
Was that a murder? I think he's dead
Gotta take advantage of these drivers spinning
Theres no better place, to starting the winning

Daytona
Daytona
Daytona
Daytona
Daytona
Daytona



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Writer(s): Paul Chaloner
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