Porchlight Memories
There's an old blue race car sitting in the yard,
With a few more scars than when we started.
Stitch on the hood and memories on the side,
A whole lot of family along for the ride.
I've spent more nights than I can count,
Trying to figure what needs fixing now.
Some weekends bring smiles,
some bring tears, But I've kept coming back year after year.
And this old blue race car ain't pretty no more,
Got dents and scratches from the battles before.
He's been against the wall,
he's been through the pain,
But come Saturday night,
we'll do it again.
I ain't chasing fame,
I ain't chasing gold,
Just a girl and a dream and a steering wheel to hold.
They can wave that
checkered flag, let the whole world see,
This old blue race car still means everything to me.
Some nights the engine don't want to run,
Some nights the race is over before it's begun.
I've sat in the pits wondering what went wrong,
Then climbed back in when the next week comes along.
I know what it's like to get knocked around,
To bend some metal and get turned upside down.
But there's something about that dirt track sound,
That keeps pulling me back when I should stay home.
And this old blue race car ain't pretty no more,
Got dents and scratches from the battles before.
He's been against the wall,
he's been through the pain,
But come Saturday night,
we'll do it again.
I ain't chasing fame,
I ain't chasing gold,
Just a girl and a dream and a steering wheel to hold.
They can wave that
checkered flag, let the whole world see,
This old blue race car still means everything to me.
Mama can't be here to watch me race,
But I carry her with me every place.
And every handprint painted on that car,
Reminds me why I've made it this far.
That old blue race car ain't ready to quit,
And neither am I,
not one bit. We might not be first when the night is
through, But there's still another race
waiting to do.
No fancy story,
no
perfect scene, Just a
girl, her car, and a dirt track dream.
Number
76...
Still got a little fight left in him.