We’d Rather Race Then Date

We’d Rather Race Than Date

It’s a big city now… But it was a small town

I grew up out West… Working hard past sunset

But come the weekend… It was me and my old friends

We knew how to raise hell and play… But we’d rather race that date

We raced… Nothing to eat or drink… To the top of pilot Peak

We couldn’t walk for a week… With blisters on our feet

Johnny won that hike… And we bought him beer all night

I won a six horse race… Around mud flat Lake

Then fought my friend Pete… When he called me a cheat

I gave him a black guy… But were friends again the next night

We knew how to raise hell and play… But we’d rather race than date

We raced tractors down Main Street… A little too much to drink

Spreader full of cow shit… And we tossed every bit of it

We laughed until we cried… Until the sheriff flashed his lights

I raced my dad’s flatbed… Down a dry streambed

I rolled it on its side… And Jeff damn near died

My father blindsided me… And made my nose bleed

We knew how to raise hell and play… But we’d rather race than date

We race rafts down Smith River… Through hell and high water

Johnny didn’t make it down… The rest of us damn near drown

Yeah we didn’t learn a thing… We were racing next week

We raced dirt bikes up dry Canyon… I bet my father’s gun

In a race that Billy won… I told dad it was stolen

And he never knew the truth… About things I did and did not do

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