***How the Charlie Daniels Band should have wrote it ***
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Nascar went down to Tulsa...
It was looking for a soul to steal.
It was coming unwound...
Cuz ratings were down.
And they were willing to make a deal.
When they came across this young man...
Racing a midget, and running it hot.
And that France Jr. fool...
Jumped on a pit mule...
And said boy let me tell you what.
I guess you probably knew it...
But we're in the racing business too.
And if you care...to take a dare, we'll make a bet with you.
Now you race a pretty good midget boy...
But give Nascar it's due...
We'll bet a Driller of gold...against your soul.
Cuz we think we're better than you.
The boy said my names Rico...
And it might be a sin.
But I'll take your bet....and you're gonna regret...
Cuz I'm that's ever been.
Rico tighten up those belts...and race your midget hard.
Cuz hell's broke loose in Tulsa...
And Nascar deals the cards.
And if you win you get this shiny Driller made of gold...
But if you lose, Nascar gets your soul!
Nascar Bowed it's head because he knew that he'd been beat...
And he layed that golden Driller on the ground at Rico's feet.
Rico said Nascar, just come on back if you ever want to try again...
I done told you once YOU SON OF A BITCH...
I'M THE BEST THAT'S EVER BEEN!!!
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