I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
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Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
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She¡¯s waiting tonight down in the parking lot
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Outside the Seven-Eleven store
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Me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
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And he rides with me from town to town
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We only run for the money got no strings attached
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We shut ¡®em up and then we shut ¡®em down
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Tonight, tonight the strip¡¯s just right
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I wanna blow ¡®em off in my first heat
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Summer¡¯s here and the time is right
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For goin¡¯ racin¡¯ in the street
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We take all the action we can meet
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And we cover all the northeast state
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When the strip shuts down we run ¡®em in the street
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From the fire roads to the interstate
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Some guys they just give up living
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And start dying little by little, piece by piece
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Some guys come home from work and wash up
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And go racin¡¯ in the street
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Tonight, tonight the strip¡¯s just right
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I wanna blow ¡®em all out of their seats
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Calling out around the world, we¡¯re going racin¡¯ in the street
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I met her on the strip three years ago
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In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
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I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away
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But now there¡¯s wrinkles around my baby¡¯s eyes
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And she cries herself to sleep at night
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When I come home the house is dark
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She sighs ¡°Baby did you make it all right¡±
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She sits on the porch of her daddy¡¯s house
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But all her pretty dreams are torn
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She stares off alone into the night
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With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
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For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
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Rumbling through this promised land
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Tonight my baby and me we¡¯re gonna ride to the sea
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And wash these sins off our hands
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Tonight tonight the highway¡¯s bright
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Out of our way mister you best keep
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¡®Cause summer¡¯s here and the time is right
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For goin¡¯ racin¡¯ in the street
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Racing In The Street
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| Serena Ryder |
