Keith Bryant все тексты (слова) песен, переводы, видео, клипы

I was on my way to Daytona, I had my race gear in my pack,
When a stranger pulled up beside me in a stock car, painted black.
He was dressed like a NASCAR driver, moustache with mirrored eyes.
Said: "It's a long walk to Florida, would you like a ride, son?"

So I crawled across the roll-cage as he fired that Chevy up.
The badge on his sleeve said the man had won seven Winston cups.
His eyes were intimidatin', as he rode into the night.