Racing in the Street

I got a '69 Chevy with a 396

Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floor

She's waiting tonight, down in the parking lot

Outside the 7-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 then 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

Now 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

We're calling out around the world

We're going racin' in the street

I met her on the strip three years ago

In a Camaro with this dude from LA

I blew that Camaro 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 alright?"

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