Lyrics Left Y'all In The Dust (NASCAR Song) - Colt Ford

Gentlemen (gentlemen,
Gentlemen) Start your engines (start your engines) Race for the
Rubber, turnin' my fast car Racin' to the Sprint Cup 'cause I'm
NASCAR Call me Robby, Jeff, or Dale Earnhardt Gentlemen,
Start your engines, it's NASCAR Number one,
I'll never be the last car Finish line's all mine 'cause I'm NASCAR
Sorry, it's time to go party Left y'all in the dust Sprint Cup from
Daytona to Talladega Colt Ford gear shiftin' at the Bristol speedway
You can call me Jimmie Johnson,
Board leader all day Got the Chevy engine rumblin' a car without keys
Five hundred laps to go,
And the track is all me Too many sponsors
On my car from Kellogg's to Kraft Cheese (
Kraft Cheese) That's me walkin' in wants to win My game plan is
Simple, son I came to win Just give me a Budweiser,
This one for Rough Rider Runnin' loose past the signal just like
Spent wires (spent wires) Chase to Bank America,
My gas tank full now See the checker flag drop,
I'm feelin' good now Foot to the pedal,
Asphalt touchin' rubber Used to watch Richard Petty growin' up,
I learned from it (learned from it) My pit crew sick too,
It's like Amazing Grace I say a prayer 'fore the helmet touch my face
Race for the rubber,
Turnin' my fast car Racin' to the Sprint Cup 'cause I'm NASCAR Call
Me Robby, Jeff, or Dale Earnhardt Gentlemen, start your engines,
It's NASCAR Number one,
I'll never be the last car Finish line's all mine 'cause I'm NASCAR
Sorry, it's time to go party Left y'all in the dust I wanna go fast,
It's either first or last So we can bang and trade paint if you're
Tryin' to pass I feel the need for speed,
Guess I was born to do it It's a crash in turn three,
Pick a line and drive through it My fuel's gettin' low,
But I got to go This is NASCAR baby,
Ain't no time for slow If you wanna come get it,
We could walk the ground But I'm here for one thing,
And that's the finish line Runnin' side by side with Smoke and Kurt
Busch See me haulin kinda fast, can't stop,
I gotta push Casey Mears and Mark Martin in the outside groove Kasey
Kahne goin' low, but they all too slow Old Colt got the lead with
Twenty laps to go See ya all at victory lane where they pop the
Champagne Dodge and Toyota, even Chevy and Ford I love 'em all,
Baby doll, when the pedal's to the floor Race for the rubber,
Turnin' my fast car Call me Robby, Jeff, or Dale Earnhardt Gentlemen,
Start your engines, it's NASCAR Number one,
I'll never be the last car Finish line's all mine 'cause I'm NASCAR
Sorry, it's time to go party Left y'all in the dust Hey,
Colt You look pretty good out there, buddy I'm comin',
Baby I know you wanna win I came to win You got to slow down You're
All over the track You'll be in trouble if you crash that
Car Don't worry about it son, I got it How far back are they?
I don't know, just slow down I can't slow down
Baby, this is NASCAR I'll see y'all at the finish line