Adam Brand - Dirt Track Cowboys lyrics

(If this don't turn you on folks, you haven't got a switch. Friday night is speedway night at the national capitol of speed. Sit down and hang on, here come the dirt track cowboys). Strap yourself in Hang on for the ride Dirts gonna fly Grounds 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 (Gary Rush, the living ledgend of sprint car racing, fires his seven hundred horsepower six shooter down the back straight, pushin' the cushion as he chases on the tail of the world series champ, Skip Jackson, Adrian Marr, Brooke Tatnell and Kelly Lenegan, Oooh yeah here come the things with wings. Last lap, here's the boss of the sprint car bull ring, the Bunbury boy, Ron Krikie, making the check on the final corner, Krikie smokes 'em, Oooh yeah, that ones 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