Shouldn't go racing in the street
I got a '69 Chevy with a 396
Midnight blue with 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 go 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 hangin' on and the time is right
We're goin' racing in the street
Well, now we take all the action we can meet
And we cover all the northeast states
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
Then go racing 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 racing in the street
Well, I met her on the strip, three years ago
In a Camaro with this dude from L.A.
Well, I blew that Camaro off my back
And drove that little girl away
But now there's wrinkles 'round my baby's eyes
And she cries herself to sleep at night
And when I come home, the house is dark
She sighs, "Baby, did you make it all right?"
Well, she just sits on the porch of her daddy's house
Now all her pretty dreams been torn
She stares off alone into the night
With the eyes of one who hates for just being born
For all the shutdown 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 gone and the time is right
We're goin' racing in the street
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