I Live For Nascar Days
I LIVE FOR NASCAR DAYS
We bow our heads for drivers past
Before each race begins
And pray the track stays safe today
And that our driver wins
The Green flag drops and engines race
And thunder sounds below
And every fan is on their feet
To watch them start the show
The competition’s here to win
All pressed up in the pack
There’s a steely glare in every mirror
On a 28,000 horse race track
On every turn the danger lurks
And tempers start to warm
The spotters perched up high above
Will guide them through the storm
The final lap approaches fast
They’re coming out three wide
The white flag drops, we rise as one
To see them side by side
One final round of thunder sounds
The checkered flag is raised
A hero flies across the line
I live for Nascar Days!
Anne Drake © 2009
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