Drive denny

Clay dust in my teeth

Gasoline on my sleeve

Mama said "boy

Slow down"

But that red flag never flew for

Denny stitched on my jacket

Seventeen on the side of my fate

Black paint, orange stripes,

Bad habits, I line up shaking at the gate.

I was born in a race car,

Race Number 17 across my chest,

If I wreck tonight,

I wreck in place,

At least I drove it like I meant every last breath.

I was born in a race car

Turn it loose, let the back end slide,

If I don't make it to heaven's gate,

They'll hear this engine on the other side (yeah).

I was born in a race car,

Race Number 17 across my chest,

If I wreck tonight,

I wreck in place,

At least I drove it like I meant every last breath.

White chalk on a plywood board,

My name spelled crooked, small,

But when they drop that rag,

I swear I'm ten feet higher than those walls.

Left front kissing that inside rut,

Right foot praying, never lifts,

Every lap a little closer,

To the edge of what I get to live.

I was born in my race car,

Number 17 across my chest,

If I wreck tonight,

I wreck in place,

At least I drove it like I meant every last breath.

If I don't make it to heaven's gate,

They'll hear this engine on the other side (oh),

I was born in a dirt car race,

Turn it loose, let the back end slide.

Seventeen.