The Biff's Last Ride

[Verse 1]
A roar in the distance, a flash on the track,
The kind of man who never looked back.
Greg "The Biff," they called his name,
Chasing the wind, chasing the flame.
[Prechorus]
Freedom 500, always the bridesmaid,
Second place was the price he paid.
[Chorus]
Oh, the Biff, the Biff, on his last ride,
Took the turns with his heart open wide.
Left us the rubber, the grit, and the dust,
Gone too soon, but his spirit's with us.
[Verse 2]
He wore the road like a second skin,
Every mile a fight, every race a win.
Humanitarian, friend, a man who cared,
Left a legacy that can’t be compared.
[Bridge]
The checkered flag never marked his end,
He’s still racing where the heavens bend.
Through the clouds, through the stars,
He’s burning bright, he’s leaving scars.
[Chorus]
Oh, the Biff, the Biff, on his last ride,
Took the turns with his heart open wide.
Left us the rubber, the grit, and the dust,
Gone too soon, but his spirit's with us.

country, country blues, gritty, mournful, slide guitar with acoustic picking, low male vocals, sparse percussion, deep