Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy) - Jim Croce

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much too believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes

Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"

He got another one that just say "hey"

But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon

In a '57 Chevrolet

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He's the best driver in the land

He say that he learned to race a stock car

By runnin' shine outta Alabam'

Oh the demolition derby

And the figure eight

Is easy money in the bank

Compared to runnin' from the man

In Oklahoma City

With a 500 gallon tank

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much too believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes

Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"

He got another one that just say "hey"

But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon

In a '57 Chevrolet

Yeah, Roy's so cool, that racin fool

He don't know what fear's about.

He do a hundred thirty mile an hour, smilin at the camera

With a tooth pick in his mouth.

He got a girl back home, name of Dixie Dawn

But he got honeys all along the way

And you oughta hear 'em screamin for that dirt track demon

in a '57 Chevrolet.

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much too believe

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes

Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby"

He got another one that just say "hey"

But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon

In a '57 Chevrolet