He never had much but he saved enough

To buy a souped up Chevrolet

For years he drove them little dirt tracks

Tryin' to make himself a name

Until one night down in Gainesville

When he finally found some fame

It took all he had but he took the flag

And a drive down victory lane



From Talladega, Alabama

He's the new man on the track

Lined up next to Sterling Marlin

Dale Jarrett's two cars back

And it's gentlemen start your engines

And the pace car pulls away

He may not out run his heroes

But he'll prove he's here to stay



CHORUS:

Legends of the asphalt

Men with nerves of steel

They'll give up everything they own

Just to stay behind the wheel

From a Thunderbird to a Chevrolet

Who wins nobody knows

They're runnin' hard for the checkered flag

They're high speed heroes



It's a pedal to the metal

Rev up and change the gears

And the sound of Sunday thunder

Is sweet music to his ears

There's a pileup on the back stretch

And the crowd begins to roar

And his mind goes back to other days

And the ones who came before

There's Richard, Dale, and Herbie,

Davey, Lee, and Cale

And in the second turn's the very place

Where old fireball hit the rail

Dale Earnhardt took the long ride

He didn't go alone

He just drove off into glory

And the angels took him home



REPEAT CHORUS 2x