Racing In The Streets
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I got a 69 Chevy with a 396
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Fuellie 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 set 'em up and then we shut 'em down
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Tonight tonight the strips just right
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I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
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Summers here and the time is right
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For racing in the street
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We take all the action we can meet
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And we cover all the north-east states
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And when the strip shuts down we run 'em in the street
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From the fire-roads to the inter-state
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Now some guys they go racin' in the street
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Tonight tonight the strips just right
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I wanna blow 'em all outta their seats
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We're calling out around the world
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We're going racing 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
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And drove that little girl away
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But now there's wrinkles round 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 alright'
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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 bein' born
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For all the shut-down strangers and hot-rod angels
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Rumblin' 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 highways bright
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Out of our way mister you best keep
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Summers here and the time is right
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For racing in the street
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Tonight tonight the strips just right
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I wanna blow 'em all outta their seats
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'Cos summers here and the time is right
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For racing in the street
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Racing In The Streets
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Roger Taylor |