| I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396
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| Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor
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| She’s waiting tonight down in the parking lot
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| Outside the 7−11 store
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| Well me and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch
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| And he rides with me from town to town
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| We only run for the money, got no strings attached
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| We shut 'em up and then we shut 'em down
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| Tonight, tonight, the strip’s just right
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| I wanna blow 'em off in my first heat
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| Summer’s here and the time is right
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| For racin' in the street
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| We take all the action we can meet
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| And we cover all the northwest state
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| When the strip shuts down, we run 'em in the street
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| From the fire roads to the interstate
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| Some guys, they just give up living
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| And start dying little by little, piece by piece
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| Some guys come home from work and wash up
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| And go racin' in the street
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| Tonight, tonight, the strip’s just right
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| I wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
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| Calling out around the world, we’re going racin' in the street
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| Well I met her on the strip three years ago
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| In a Camaro with this dude from L. A
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| I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl away
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| But now there’s wrinkles round my baby’s eyes
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| And she cries herself to sleep at night
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| When I come home, the house is dark
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| She sighs, «Baby, did you make it all right»
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| She sits on the porch of her daddy’s house
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| But all her pretty dreams are torn
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| Well she stares off alone into the night
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| With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
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| For all the shut down strangers and hot rod angels
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| Rumbling through this promised land
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| Tonight, my baby and me, we’re gonna ride to the sea
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| And wash these sins off of our hands
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| Tonight, tonight, the highway’s bright
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| Out of our way, mister, you best keep
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| 'Cause summer’s here and the time is right
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| For racin' in the street |