Fireball Rolled A Seven lyrics

Artist	Dave Dudley
Album(s)	Special Delivery

Lyrics

Somewhere in south carolina near a dirt track there's a shrine
Erected to the memory of a little 'ole friend of mine
A natural born dirt dauber, car racing was his game
He rolled 'ole number 7 fireball was his name

With the makings of a honker and a roll of bailing wire
He tied his hopes together and just set them tracks on fire
Three hundred fifty on the hood; a big 7 on each door
In his heart a will to win and his right foot on the floor

His motto was a simple one "stand on it and turn left
If someone's gonna beat you make him run"
All he knew was ???? and always lead the rest
Fireball rolled a seven and he won

He took the world 600, the old atlanta 5
Bristol, richmond, nashville, daytona for the ride
The hotdogs laid it on him. they'd draft, chart, and sweat
But fireball rolled a seven, the kind that's hard to get

He had the pole at darlington; he won it off the rail
And he run away at charlotte, 600 miles of hell
A slingshot sewed up petty; he was out in front real fast
A checkered flag was in the bag; nobody would get past

He was flat out in that back shoot; only 3 laps from the start
When he saw a yellow bumper cross up and come apart
A rookie and a shaker, runnin' scared and lost it all
A hush fell on that crowd; number 7 took the wall

His old skidlid hangs in the hall, the little chargers gone
To save a friend he laid it on the line
His old poncho is rust and bound, but his memory still lives on
Fireball rolled a seven every time
Fireball rolled a seven every time

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