Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy) lyrics

by

Jim Croce


[Chorus]
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He too much to believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say "Baby"
He got another one that just say "Hey"
But every Sunday afternoon, he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

[Verse 1]
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He's the best driver in the land
He say that he learned to race a stock car
By runnin' shine outta Alabam'
Oh, the demolition derby and the figure eight
Is easy money in the bank
Compared to runnin' from the man
In Oklahoma City
With a five-hundred-gallon tank

[Chorus]
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He too much to believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say "Baby"
He got another one that just say "Hey"
But every Sunday afternoon, he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet
[Verse 2]
Yeah, Roy's so cool, that racin' fool
He don't know what fear's about
He do a hundred thirty mile an hour
Smilin' at the camera
With a toothpick in his mouth
He got a girl back home, name of Dixie Dawn
But he got honeys all along the way
And you oughta hear 'em screamin' for that dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet

[Chorus]
Oh, Rapid Roy, that stock car boy
He too much to believe
You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes
Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve
He got a tattoo on his arm that say "Baby"
He got another one that just say "Hey"
But every Sunday afternoon, he is a dirt track demon
In a '57 Chevrolet
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