Twentieth Century Drifter

Drivin' my race car is my way of making a livinMy way of puttin' the bread on the table at home I'm gettin' back about half as much as I'm givinAnd I couldn't make it without a good woman at home First place could be just a dream but I'm gonna chase it Finishing out of the top ten is nothing but bad And a junker won't ever be first I might as well face it First class equipment is somethin' a man's got to have You might even call me a twentieth century drifter Thirty-two weekends I load up the car and I'm gone And my woman cries with each goodbye kiss that I give her And she prayes that come Monday morning and I'll be driftin' home Well my woman sleeps in my arms and I lie here thinkinHalf awake half asleep I run and re-run the race From dark end till dawn it goes on my half awake dreamin'