Rapid Roy (the Stock Car Boy) Lyrics - Photographs & Memories - Jim Croce

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy 

He too much too believe 

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes 

Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve 

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby" 

He got another one that just say "hey" 

But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon 

In a '57 Chevrolet 

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy 

He's the best driver in the land 

He say that he learned to race a stock car 

By runnin' shine outta Alabam' 

Oh the demolition derby 

And the figure eight 

Is easy money in the bank 

Compared to runnin' from the man 

In Oklahoma City 

With a 500 gallon tank 

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Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy 

He too much too believe 

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes 

Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve 

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby" 

He got another one that just say "hey" 

But every Sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon 

In a '57 Chevrolet 

Yeah, Roy's so cool, that racin fool 

He don't know what fear's about. 

He do a hundred thirty mile an hour, smilin at the camera 

With a tooth pick in his mouth. 

He got a girl back home, name of Dixie Dawn 

But he got honeys all along the way 

And you oughta hear 'em screamin for that dirt track demon 

in a '57 Chevrolet. 

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy 

He too much too believe 

You know he always got an extra pack of cigarettes 

Rolled up in his t-shirt sleeve 

He got a tattoo on his arm that say "baby" 

He got another one that just say "hey" 

But every sunday afternoon he is a dirt track demon 

In a '57 Chevrolet