Sunday Morning at the Dragstrip

I remember Sunday morning Like it was yesterday Oh Me and my dad headed south to the track Down the number eleven highway It was gas up the car and get out of town Boy we don't wanna be late Oh a quarter mile of smooth concrete Seemed like a mighty long way The people came from all around From every farm and town Just to see those boys run their cars To feel them shake the ground There were Fords and Chevys and a Dodge or two Neath that prairie sun beating down Oh Sunday morning at the drag strip Felt like walking on holy ground It's light up the tires and drive real fast Boy would you look at them go I loved the way the tire smoke smelt And to hear the engines roar I'd run beside them in the tall grass Just as fast as my legs would go Light up the tires and drive real fast Boy would you look at them go I often think about those days And how I wish I could go back Just to be that young and feel that free Standing right next to the track To feel that wind in my hair To see my dear ol dad Sunday morning at the drag strip Felt like walking on holy land It's light up the tires and drive real fast Boy would you look at them go I loved the way the tire smoke smelt And to hear the engines roar I'd run beside them in the tall grass Just as fast as my legs would go Light up the tires and drive real fast Boy would you look at them go Light up the tires and drive real fast Boy would you look at them go