Speed Talent & Greed:  

(The Birth of Nascar)

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From the stills in the hills,  the whiskey had to get to town                    

I was just a willin’ driver  if my Ford could fly,  without breakin’ down           

We had to make our cars,  go faster than the law that come after me  

And dying wouldn’t be the worst thing,  that ever  happened  to me 

Cuz  I got…speed talent and greed,

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

--We got a God given right to slake our thirst, with whiskey      

I’ve had a hundred lives and a thousand drives, thru history    

When I’m drivin,   I get my meals from an old  mason jar          

Freedom is the engine and whiskey is the fuel for my car                           

After the depression folks were realizing that we had skills                

We traded roads from the hills for dirt tracks and more expensive thrills     

We put rules to the drivin’ &  built our cars to race                               

Now instead a being outlaws we’re the ones who’s givin’ the chase     

Cuz  I we had speed talent and greed,

Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa

          Tim Flock  Red Voght,  Ernhardt  Farmer  &   France                         

Yarborough Petty, Gordan  Roberts & Grant                                      

Petty and Pearson,  Lund,  Jarrett    and Wood                                    

Bonnett,  Johnson,  Hendrick

Waltrip & Cook                                      

They all had,  speed talent and greed