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Rapid Roy (The Stock Car Boy)

Song Author Jim Croce Lyrics by: Jim Croce Performer: Jim Croce Submitted by: Hjalti_G
Oh, [D]Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He [G7]too much to be[D]lieve
You know he [G7]always got an extra pack of [D]cigarettes
Rolled [E7]up in his t-shirt [A7]sleeve
He got a [D]tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got [G7]another one that just say "[E7]hey"   
But every [D]Sunday afternoon he is a [B7]dirt track demon
In a f[E7]ifty-seven [A7]Chevro[D]let  

Oh, [D]Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He's the [G7]best driver in the [D]land
He [G7]say that he learned to race a [D]stock car
By runnin' [E7]shine outta Ala[A7]bam'   
Oh, the [D]demolition derby and the figure-eight
Is [G7]easy money in the [E7]bank   
Compared to [D]runnin' from the Man in [B7]Oklahoma City
With a [E7]five-hundred [A7]gallon [D]tank

[D]Oh, Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He [G7]too much to be[D]lieve
You know he [G7]always got an extra pack of [D]cigarettes
Rolled [E7]up in his t-shirt [A7]sleeve
He got a [D]tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got [G7]another one that just say "[E7]hey"   
But every [D]Sunday afternoon he is a [B7]dirt track demon
In a f[E7]ifty-seven [A7]Chevro[D]let  

Yeah, [D]Roy's so cool, that racin' fool
He don't [G7]know what fear's a[D]bout.
He do a [G7]hundred-thirty mile an hour, [D]smilin' at the camera
With a [E7]tooth pick in his [A7]mouth.
He got a [D]girl back home, name of Dixie Dawn
But he got [G7]honeys all along the [E7]way   
And you [D]oughta hear 'em screamin' for that [B7]dirt track demon
In a f[E7]ifty-seven [A7]Chevro[D]let  

Oh, [D]Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He [G7]too much to be[D]lieve
You know he [G7]always got an extra pack of [D]cigarettes
Rolled [E7]up in his t-shirt [A7]sleeve
He got a [D]tattoo on his arm that say "baby"
He got [G7]another one that just say "[E7]hey"   
But every [D]Sunday afternoon he is a [B7]dirt track demon
In a f[E7]ifty-seven [A7]Chevro[D]let  

Oh, Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much to 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 fifty-seven 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 five-hundred gallon tank

Oh, Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much to 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 fifty-seven 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 fifty-seven Chevrolet

Oh, Rapid Roy that stock car boy
He too much to 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 fifty-seven Chevrolet

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