Dirt Track Cowboys

If this doesn't turn you on folks, you haven't got a switch Friday night is speedway night at the national capital of speed Sit down and hang on, hear come the dirt track cowboys Strap yourself in Hang on for the ride Dirt's gonna fly Ground's gonna shake tonight You don't have to look far 'Cause it's right here in your back yard There's a hundred tracks across our land They call home, this fearless band of dirt track Dirt track cowboys Dirt tracking cowboys Mudslinging outlaws This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars It's the real deal open wheel Dirt track cowboys There ain't nothing like A big angry field Tearing down the back straight Wheel to wheel He's got a big V8 underneath that hood When the lights go green Rushy's gonna scream The wildest boys you ever have seen They're dirt track, dirt track cowboys Dirt tracking cowboys Mudslinging outlaws This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars It's the real deal open wheel Dirt track cowboys Garry Rush, the living legend of sprint car racing Fires his 700 horsepower six-shooter down the back straight Pushin' the cushion as he chases on the tail of the world series champ, Skip Jackson Adrian Maher, Brooke Tattnal and Kelly Linigen Ooh yeah, here come the bigs with wings Last lap, here's the boss of the sprint car bullring The brumby bullet, Ron Krikke, banking the cheque on the final corner Krikke smokes 'em, oh yeah, that one's for the boys Dirt tracking cowboys Mudslinging outlaws This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars It's the real deal open wheel Dirt track cowboys Dirt tracking cowboys Mudslinging outlaws This ain't no Hollywood Star Wars It's the real deal open wheel Dirt track cowboys Dirt track cowboys Dirt track cowboys Oh yeah