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letra de hangtown speedway - good ol' boyz

[intro]
(alright boys, let’s kick the tires and light the fires)
(let’s go)

[chorus]
headin’ down placerville speedway
race about a quarter mile
drivers cuttin’ the banks all tight
and then the crowd was goin’ wild
and they’ll be riding (woohoo)
where all the outlaws drive
and they’ll be kickin’ a ton of dust in the air
gettin’ that dirt up in my beer
we ride
[verse 1]
there’s somethin’ ’bout ol’ sat-rday night
where the beer is cold and the air is just right
when you’re in them stands and under them lights
and the three foot flames coming out of them pipes
you get this feelin’ you can’t deny
when you hear that engine with mud in your eye
with the tires spinnin’ and they flyin’ by
that’s american like apple pie
you don’t seem to get it son
these boys will show you how it’s done
a quarter mile like he’s on the run
hot as h-ll like the blazin’ sun
comin’ out that third turn
hit the gas and let it burn
get your spot and hold it tight
and stay out of that wall tonight
he’s on your ass and he don’t care
he’s gonna try to put you there
so grip that wheel and hold it tight
’til your knuckles turn all white
these boys should put one h-ll of a show
while the crowd just stomps and screams out “go”
when the best two men go toe to toe
when the light outside is the only thing slow
[chorus]
headin’ down placerville speedway
race about a quarter mile
drivers cuttin’ the banks all tight
and then the crowd was goin’ wild
and they’ll be riding (woohoo)
where all the outlaws drive
and they’ll be kickin’ a ton of dust in the air
gettin’ that dirt up in my beer
we ride

[verse 2]
44 laps to go i swear to god i’m runnin’ on coal
only turn left and you hold your breath
make the floorboard touch your soul
i can smell the fluid off the radiator
burnin’ and it’s smellin’ like i’m in a pinch
no guts, no glory, it’s the same old story
of an outlaw’s innocence
engine’s still smokin’ and my windshield’s broken
and i think about taking a pit
suicide corner when i flew up on her
checker flag girl shaking her tits
no collision, pole position, hope i make the line (hope i make the line)
bold decision, whole shot missing, no this ain’t the time (this ain’t the time)
make a shred in the box getting hit
but now i’m drivin’ this to survive
as soon as i get loose i’ma drop the caboose
i’ve been drivin’ like i’m in a crowd
in my 88 coupe with the crazy hood scoop
drive the car like i’m ringin’ the bell
no competition and no ass kissin’ when i drive it like givin’ ’em h-ll
[chorus]
headin’ down placerville speedway
race about a quarter mile
drivers cuttin’ the banks all tight
and then the crowd was goin’ wild
and they’ll be riding (woohoo)
where all the outlaws drive
and they’ll be kickin’ a ton of dust in the air
gettin’ that dirt up in my beer
we ride

- good ol boyz

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