We're on the road, tickets on the dash
One long drive to Alabama, feels its goin fast
Its getting late everybody's baked, we'll stop when traffic lets up
Been dark now for awhile, gotta put the tent up
Them dirt track boys racing all night
Dust cloud coverin' up the moon light
Well them boys comin' round turn four, they're roarin' like a freight train
Two and a half mile track, can't see a damn thing
Twenty four's been riding high and flying fast all day
When the white flag dropped, rookie put him on pit lane
Them dirt track boys racing all night
Dust cloud coverin' up the moonlight
