Race Car Joe

Race car Joe

When the wheels are rolling, he's alive

Going 94 in a '55

With a burning engine he would go

Down the Gladewater Highway, race car Joe

Past the Green Frog sign where they sold beer

He takes his orders from an engineer

Then he tells the tool pushers which way to go

It's one day's work for race car Joe

He's got the Camel points from one last drag

Before he takes the grandkids out to Six Flags

And the sun has weathered where the wrinkles show

But the years ain't broken race car Joe, yeah

There's restless dreams, there's oil fires

There's broken drill bits on a blown-out tire

There's nude strip joints, it's a holy row

He's seen 'em all, race car Joe

He's six foot five, East Texas style

He's brand-new teeth now on a crooked smile

In a one-ton pickup, with a cancer glow

When he looks at you, race car Joe

When he laughs with you, race car Joe

When he smiles at you, race car Joe