Post by binbrook310 on Feb 25, 2012 22:06:16 GMT -5
Twas the night before Daytona, when all over the infeild, not a motor was running, not even to test; The helmets were hung on the rollbar in the car, in hopes of the finish line was nearer than far; The drivers were all nestled all snug in there sleeping bags, with visions of finish lines, and checkered waving flags; With Jimmie in his driving suit and Chad in his cap, they had just settled down after posting fast lap, When out in the garage there arose such a clatter, Jimmie rose from the bed to see what was the matter. Out of the coach he flew like a dart, ran through the paddock and jumped in his golf cart. The track was still lit by the moon and the stars, Jimmie drove right down and Jumped in his car, When what to his wondering eyes should appear, but a grinning Dale Earnhardt and a black #3, He knew in a moment what Dale wanted in this case, was get on the track and call it a race. Jimmie whistled and shouted and called them by name; Now Micheal, now Kevin, now JR and Kyle! On, Denny, on Tony, Bobby, and Elliott! On to the pit road, on to the track! Now drive away, drive away, lets make a draft! As the tires warm up and the rpms climb, top speeds are achieved as we all get in line! So round and round, on the high banks they flew, with tears full of joy and a driver they once knew, And then in last lap, we seen in our mirrors, that black #3 that gave us the quiviers. Swerving and weaving, he tore threw the pack, Taking the checkers was always his knack! Down throgh the infeild, spinning donuts in the grass, Dale looked like the legend, in his own class! He pulled into victory lane and got out of the car, Pick up the trophy and hoisted it up far; He spoke not a word, just got back in the 3, lit up the tires and turned right thru the trees, We heard him exclaim as he drove out of sight, Stay out of my way, or be turned to the right!