Mojo Nixon & Skid Roper - Ballad of Wendell Scott lyrics

Oh! Well, I heard Wendell late last night Screaming down the??? Goes around and around it tight Must have been a-carrying a load Well the sheriff and G-men waiting for him At the Carolina line Wendell shifted gears on the Thunder Road Shot off through the pines Well, Wendell, Wendell, Wendell Scott Drive so fast he couldn't stop Wendell, Wendell, he's my man He's a stock car driving man Don't wanna work in the mill, pick no tobacco Doesn't wanna??? Painted number 34 on his door Make a big noise throughout the south But because he was black they said, "Wendell, get back! Boy, you shouldn't even try!" They were mighty surprised when they seen with their eyes Wendell was pa**ing 'em by It was at Martinsville, Reedsville, Danville, dirt track Wendell tearing them wild Now the sponsors owe a whole lot of money Sure did make us proud Well, Wendell, Wendell, Wendell Scott Drive so fast he couldn't stop Wendell, Wendell, he's my man He's a stock car driving man Oh, ninety miles and hour back on old '97 The tires are starting to scream Richard Petty, Cale Yarborough, and all them guys Thought they was in a dream But way up ahead underneath the checkered flag Stood the man of the hour Wendell, Wendell he done won Stock car driving power Well, Wendell, Wendell, Wendell Scott Drive so fast he couldn't stop Wendell, Wendell, he's my man He's a stock car driving man He's a stock car driving man He's a stock car driving man He's a stock car driving man Wendell, whoo!