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