Lyrics:

I got a sixty-nine Chevy with a 396Fuelie heads and a Hurst on the floorShe's waiting tonight down in the parking lot
Outside the Seven-Eleven storeMe and my partner Sonny built her straight out of scratchAnd he rides with me from town to tow
nWe only run for the money got no strings attachedWe shut 'em up and then we shut 'em downTonight, tonight the strip's just
rightI wanna blow 'em off in my first heatSummer's here and the time is rightFor goin' racin' in the streetWe take all th
e action we can meetAnd we cover all the northeast stateWhen the strip shuts down we run 'em in the streetFrom the fire road
s to the interstateSome guys they just give up livingAnd start dying little by little, piece by pieceSome guys come home fro
m work and wash upAnd go racin' in the streetTonight, tonight the strip's just rightI wanna blow 'em all out of their seats
Calling out around the world, we're going racin' in the streetI met her on the strip three years agoIn a Camaro with this d
ude from L.A.I blew that Camaro off my back and drove that little girl awayBut now there's wrinkles around my baby's eyesAnd
she cries herself to sleep at nightWhen I come home the house is darkShe sighs 'Baby did you make it all right'She sits on
the porch of her daddy's houseBut all her pretty dreams are tornShe stares off alone into the nightWith the eyes of one who
hates for just being bornFor all the shut down strangers and hot rod angelsRumbling through this promised landTonight my bab
y and me we're gonna ride to the seaAnd wash these sins off our handsTonight tonight the highway's bright