[Verse 1]
Well, before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand
I was my mama's little angel, my daddy's second chance
He went end over end the first year he went pro
And he lost part of his eyesight, so he couldn't race no more
But he never lost his touch when he got under the hood
He knew how to make 'em run, he knew one day he would
See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup
Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood
He'd put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel and
He'd say "What do you think about that son? How does she feel?
You just wait till them little legs get long enough to reach the gas
Once you put her on the floor one time, there ain't no turning back"
Every Saturday, he'd take me out to the garage
He'd take a empty bucket and fill it full of engine parts
He's sit me down and pour 'em out in front of me on the floor
I'd have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for
We'd jump in his old car and go down to the race that night
He'd tell me what each driver was doing wrong and what each one did right
He could always pick the winner 'fore they ever took a curve
#3 might have the car but 43 has got the nerve
Well, before I could walk, I had a wrench in my hand
I was my mama's little angel, my daddy's second chance
He went end over end the first year he went pro
And he lost part of his eyesight, so he couldn't race no more
But he never lost his touch when he got under the hood
He knew how to make 'em run, he knew one day he would
See his name in victory lane and engraved on that cup
Just like all them other crazy fools with racing in their blood
He'd put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel and
He'd say "What do you think about that son? How does she feel?
You just wait till them little legs get long enough to reach the gas
Once you put her on the floor one time, there ain't no turning back"
Every Saturday, he'd take me out to the garage
He'd take a empty bucket and fill it full of engine parts
He's sit me down and pour 'em out in front of me on the floor
I'd have to tell him what each one was and what each one was for
We'd jump in his old car and go down to the race that night
He'd tell me what each driver was doing wrong and what each one did right
He could always pick the winner 'fore they ever took a curve
#3 might have the car but 43 has got the nerve
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