Lyrics:

I was born with a silver wheel in my mouth
And when I got old enough I drove it south
Down to the dirt tracks to get a start
I didn`t know a lot about racin`

But I talked the part; and they said put your wheels where your mouth is, boy

So I moved right on up to a 50 dollar car
With a few thousand more, I knew I`d be a star
With a hocked up, propped up, clunky wreck
I knew it wasn`t much, but it was racin`

And I said 'Daytona, you`re next'

Well, I ate dust and bad food, and drank from a jar
When things got bad I even slept in that car
With a dirt pan, dirty nails and grease in my hair
I knew it wasn`t much, but it was racin`

But I didn`t know where; and I still don`t

I`ve been a pit man, a flag man, a gas man, a tow man
Many a man just to run a car
I hadn`t had a run o-luck to get me far
I know it ain`t much, but it`s racin`

Someday I`m gonna be a star

I could sing a long song about me and that sport
But I got me a ride so I`ll cut it short
Just don`t call me crazy `til you`ve tried it out
Dirts of Daytona, it`s racin`

That`s what it`s all about
Alright boys, let`s roll it on out
Oh, that`s a pretty machine
I think I`d even steal for that car