Jim Mohr

Jim Mohr

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Folk - Americana | NEW HAVEN, Indiana, United States
Total Song Plays: 558   
Member Since: 2002
   Last Login: over 30 days ago

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Lyrics


The Legend

HE GOT HIS DRIVER?S LICENSE?WHEN HE WAS JUST 14

HOW?D HE DO THAT?HIS DAD?S A BUREAUCRAT

AND HE CALLED AND PULLED SOME STRINGS.

HE LOOKED A WHOLE LOT OLDER?HE USED TO BUY US BEER.

?TILL THE SON-OF-A-BITCH?PUT MY CAR IN THE DITCH

AND HE BURNED UP SECOND GEAR

ONE DAY I WENT TO SEE HIM?HE WAS RACING AT BAER FIELD.

IT WAS A SATURDAY NIGHT?HE WAS A HELL OF A SIGHT?

(THE) FASTEST THING ON FOUR WHEELS.

HE HAD ONE RED FENDER?THE OTHER PAINTED BLUE.

ACROSS THE BACK?BIG BOLD AND BLACK SAID

?EARNHARDT WE LOVE YOU?.

(chorus)

NOW NOTHING CAN SLOW HIM DOWN?HE?S DRIVING AS FAST AS HE CAN.

HE DOESN?T DO IT FOR THE PAY?NO THIS IS WHAT HE?LL SAY

HE?S RACING FOR THE LEGEND AND THE MAN.


WELL HE FOUND HIMSELF A SPONSOR?AND ONE DAY IN POCONO

I HEARD THE ANNOUNCER SAY??WATCH THAT YOUNG BOY GO!?

THE LAST LAP AT THE CHECKER?BEHIND GORDON WITH A GRIN

HE BUMPED JEFF?S REAR?AND GRABBED A GEAR

AND PASSED HIM FOR THE WIN.

To (chorus
©James Mohr 2002


Song Length
2:32
Genre
Folk - Country