[Verse 1]
There was fire underneath that helmet,
And thunder underneath his feet,
He could make a whole grandstand love him,
Or bring ’em angry to their feet.
Never scared to rattle cages,
Never backed away from a fight,
When Rowdy showed up on a Sunday,
You knew you were in for a ride.
[Pre-Chorus]
Now the engines still are roaring,
And the green flag still comes down,
But something feels a little different
When Rowdy ain’t around.
[Chorus]
So give him one more lap,
Let that engine sing,
Let the grandstands rise
Like he’s racing for the win.
Let Rowdy Nation hear it
From the infield to the track,
We know you’re racing somewhere, Kyle,
We just wish we had you back.
You left your mark on NASCAR,
You gave this sport your all,
Forty-one years wasn’t long enough…
So give Rowdy one more lap.
[Verse 2]
There were trophies and championships,
Checkered flags held in the air,
Burnouts underneath the lights,
And that Rowdy swagger everywhere.
You could love him, you could hate him,
But you couldn’t look away,
Because every time that man climbed in,
He came there to race.
[Pre-Chorus]
And somewhere there’s an empty helmet,
And a number missing from the fight,
But legends don’t just disappear
When they take their final ride.
[Chorus]
So give him one more lap,
Let that engine sing,
Let the grandstands rise
Like he’s racing for the win.
Let Rowdy Nation hear it
From the infield to the track,
We know you’re racing somewhere, Kyle,
We just wish we had you back.
You left your mark on NASCAR,
You gave this sport your all,
Forty-one years wasn’t long enough…
So give Rowdy one more lap.
[Bridge — quiet]
For every kid who wore your number,
Every fan who screamed your name,
Every driver who saw you coming
And knew you came to race…
For every bow beneath the checkers,
Every burnout in the night,
Every Sunday afternoon
You made us feel alive…
There’ll never be another Rowdy.
And maybe that’s the hardest part.
[Build]
Because the scoreboard tells us numbers,
And history records the wins,
But neither one can measure
What you meant to all your fans.
[Final Chorus — huge]
So give him one more lap!
Let every engine roar!
Let ‘em hear us up in heaven
Like they’ve never heard before!
Raise those Rowdy banners high,
Let the whole damn grandstand stand,
For the champion, the fighter,
The father and the man.
And when those cars come off of four,
And the checkered flag comes down,
We’ll still hear Rowdy Nation
Shouting Kyle Busch’s name out loud.
You left your mark forever.
You gave this sport your all.
Forty-one years wasn’t long enough…
So give Rowdy one more lap.
[Outro]
The engines will keep racing.
The seasons will move on.
But some drivers leave a legacy
Long after they are gone.
So wherever that next track takes you…
Keep that throttle on the floor.
One more lap for Rowdy.
One more lap… forevermore.
