Comments

Well, count down has begun. We leave in 12 hours. Should be there by sundown tomorrow! Let's go racin'!

Racers aren’t easy to love
And they’re harder to hold.
They’d rather give you a ride
Than diamonds or gold.
Lonestar belt buckles
And old faded wranglers,
And each night begins a new day.
If you don’t understand him
He don’t die young,
He’ll probably just drive away.
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be racers.
Don’t let ‘em tune race cars ’n drivin’ ol’ trucks,
Let ‘em be doctors ’n lawyers ’n such.
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be racers.
‘Cause they’ll never stay home
And they’re always alone,
Even with someone they love.
Racers like smokey ole blue rooms
and clear mountain mornings,
Little warm puppies and children and girls of the night.
Them that don’t know him, won’t like him
And them that do sometimes won’t know how to take him.
He ain’t wrong,
He’s just different,
but his pride won’t let him do things to make you think he’s right.
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be racers.
Don’t let ‘em tune race cars ’n drivin’ ol’ trucks,
Let ‘em be doctors ’n lawyers ’n such.
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be racers.
Cause they’ll never stay home
And they’re always alone,
Even with someone they love.
Mama’s don’t let your babies grow up to be racers.
Cause they’ll never stay home
And they’re always alone.

cool name, i get it