Текст (слова) песни: Jim Croce - Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy)
CHORUS:
Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He too much too believe You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve He got a tattoo on his arm that say "Baby" He got another on that just say "Hey" But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon In a `57 Chevrolet
Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy He`s the best driver in the land He say that he learned to race a stock car By runnin` `shine outa Alabam` Oh the Demolition Derby And the Figure Eight Is easy money in the bank Compared to runnin` from the man In Oklahoma City With a 500 gallon tank
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Yea Roy so cool That racin` fool he don`t know what fear`s about He do a hundred thirty mile an hour Smilin` at the camera With a toothpick in his mouth He got a girl back home Name of Dixie Dawn But he got honeys all along the way And you oughta hear `em screamin` For that dirt track demon In a `57 Chevrolet
(Repeat Chorus)
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