"Daytona 499" lyrics

"Daytona 499"

There we were coming 'round the bend
One lap away from checkers in the wind
Turn one, turn two, turn three
They never saw nothing like you and me

Down on the inside, leading the pack
Your hand on my knee, my foot on the gas
Making moves up front
Everybody was rooting for us

We coulda been Earnhardt
In that 3 car
Down in victory lane
Standing on the hood with
That Goodwrench
Wasting good champagne
We coulda been burning out 'stead of burning out before that finish line
But we were Daytona 499

We had a hell of a lead, had it running good
The whole grandstand was thinking we would
Take the whole thing home
Yeah, girl, we were good as gone

Looking back now, we were moving too fast
Had plenty good tires, not enough gas
The part that hurts the most
Is, girl, we were so damn close

We coulda been Earnhardt
In that 3 car
Down in victory lane
Standing on the hood with
That Goodwrench
Wasting good champagne
We coulda been burning out 'stead of burning out before that finish line
But we were Daytona 499
Yeah

Yeah, we coulda been Earnhardt
In that 3 car
Just like '98
Standing on the hood with
That Goodwrench
Wasting good champagne
We coulda been burning out 'stead of burning out before that finish line
But we were Daytona 499

499


Writer(s): Erik Dylan, Wyatt Colton McCubbin, Drew Parker, Luke Albert Combs
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