When I was a kid, I loved hanging out
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Down at the ol' dirt track,
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Was my dream to be out there
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Leader of all the pack.
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I had to wait all week for Sunday
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But it never comes too fast
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When they hit that track
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They ain't looking back
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They're gonna give no price to last
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Chorus:
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It's a White Knuckle Ride
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There's only one thing on my mind
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It's being the first to cross that finish line
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It's a White Knuckle Ride
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I love leaving y'all behind
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If don't run outta gas,
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And my tires last
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I'm gonna take that checkered flag
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Well I love my job 'cause love my car
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When I hear my engine roar
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Strap me in let the race begin
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Put the peddle to the floor
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Now I got me a big time sponser
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The best crew working for me
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But I ain't any different
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Than the way I used to be
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Chorus
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(Piano solo)
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You might crash and burn if you make that turn
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A little bit too fast
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But that's a chance you take if you're gonna rage
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You can't let up off the gas
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Chorus
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(Oohh)
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C'mon boys
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White Knuckle Ride!
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White Knuckle Ride!
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White Knuckle Ride!
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White Knuckle Ride!
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White Knuckle Ride
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| Lynyrd Skynyrd |
