Racing in the Street

I got a '69 Chevy with a three-ninety-six
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 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 livin'
And start dying little by little, piece by piece
Some guys come home from work and wash up
Then 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 L.A

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 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