Dirt Track Cowboys

If this doesn't turn you on folks, you haven't got a switch
Friday night is speedway night at the national capital of speed
Sit down and hang on, hear come the dirt track cowboys

Strap yourself in
Hang on for the ride
Dirt's gonna fly
Ground's gonna shake tonight
You don't have to look far
'Cause it's right here in your back yard
There's a hundred tracks across our land
They call home, this fearless band of dirt track
Dirt track cowboys

Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys

There ain't nothing like
A big angry field
Tearing down the back straight
Wheel to wheel
He's got a big V8 underneath that hood
When the lights go green
Rushy's gonna scream
The wildest boys you ever have seen
They're dirt track, dirt track cowboys

Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys

Garry Rush, the living legend of sprint car racing
Fires his 700 horsepower six-shooter down the back straight
Pushin' the cushion as he chases on the tail of the world series champ, Skip Jackson
Adrian Maher, Brooke Tattnal and Kelly Linigen
Ooh yeah, here come the bigs with wings
Last lap, here's the boss of the sprint car bullring
The brumby bullet, Ron Krikke, banking the cheque on the final corner
Krikke smokes 'em, oh yeah, that one's for the boys

Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys

Dirt tracking cowboys
Mudslinging outlaws
This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars
It's the real deal open wheel
Dirt track cowboys

Dirt track cowboys
Dirt track cowboys
Oh yeah