jack baymoore and the bandits fireball roberts şarkı sözleri

Pedal to the metal, foot to the floor Racing down the track, revving more, more, more Fireball Roberts, doin' mighty fine Look out Wendell Scott is comin' right from behind Rockin' and a rollin' from side to side Well, these crazy cats are really going hog wild Racin' and chasin', go cat go Marshall Teague screaming, Hudson go, go, go Fireball Roberts, leads another lap Crazy Junior Johnson's pickin' up the slack Rockin' and a rollin' from side to side Well, that stock car racers really fly, fly, fly (Fly, fly!) Taking your chance, do it mighty rough Don't be a weenie 'cause it's gonna be tough Fireball Roberts, still in number one Second, Junior Johnson 's gettin' ready for fun Squeezin' and pushin', makin' Roberts a wreck Johnson blows his tyres, rollin' off the track Haulin' moonshine, racin' in the night Outrun the police or it's gonna be a fight Fireball Roberts, first to cross the line Baker and Turner comin' right behind Another crazy day with the racing pack Fireball Roberts tearin' up the track Fireball Roberts tearin' up the track Fireball Roberts tearin' up the track Fireball Roberts tearin' up the track
Sanatçı: Jack Baymoore and The Bandits
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