Текст песни Jim Croce - Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy)
Jim Croce - Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy) слова песни
CHORUS:Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boyHe too much too believeYou know he always got an extra pack of cigarettesRolled up in his T-shirt sleeveHe got a tattoo on his arm that say "Baby"He got another on that just say "Hey"But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demonIn a `57 ChevroletOh Rapid Roy that stock car boyHe`s the best driver in the landHe say that he learned to race a stock carBy runnin` `shine outa Alabam`Oh the Demolition DerbyAnd the Figure EightIs easy money in the bankCompared to runnin` from the manIn Oklahoma CityWith a 500 gallon tank(Repeat Chorus)Yea Roy so coolThat racin` fool he don`t know what fear`s aboutHe do a hundred thirty mile an hourSmilin` at the cameraWith a toothpick in his mouthHe got a girl back homeName of Dixie DawnBut he got honeys all along the wayAnd you oughta hear `em screamin`For that dirt track demonIn a `57 Chevrolet(Repeat Chorus)