MUSIC FOR SALE

[Verse 1]
The headlights are shining under stadium bars,Sitting on the asphalt beneath the summer stars.
My hands on the wheel, my boots on the floor,
"Just waiting for the moment to open the flow."
The staging lights are counting down, blinking yellow in a row,
That deep rumble is putting on a show!
The tires are getting sticky and the crowd begins to scream,
For a little red '91 Chevy chasing down a dream!
[Chorus]
She’s a red hot rocket on a quarter-mile lane,
A '91 Stepside running like a hurricane!
Hear that Flowmaster rumble as she screams out high,
Just a little red truck burning under the sky!
[Verse 2]
Down in Reno, Texas, where the asphalt burns,
There’s no time for pulling back or taking any turns.
The staging lane is empty, it’s just me and the clock,
Ready to unleash the beast and give the track a shock.
The green light flashes open, the crowd begins to rise,
The smoke is thick behind us, staring down the prize.
Sixteen seconds flat as we fly down the lane,
Ninety-five miles per hour, she’s a midnight train!
We hooked up and launching, leaving rubber on the line,
With that 'Boot Scootin Buggy' looking mighty fine!
[Chorus]
She’s a red hot rocket on a quarter-mile lane,
A '91 Stepside running like a hurricane!
Hear that Flowmaster rumble as she screams out high,
Just a little red truck burning under the sky!
[Outro]
Crossing the finish line, headlights fade,
Tail lights glowing red, fading out of sight.
Just a memory of smoke and a roaring sound,
The baddest little stepside in this Texas town