Story Behind The Song
My Old man wan was a gear head as am I and as my son is! I've known and loved cars, motor cycles and racing my entire life! And that inspired this song
Song Description
It's about the passion of being a stock car racer, the love of building it and running it and of course the girls in the bleachers yellin' out your name really rocks too!
| Song Length |
4:18 |
Genre |
Country - Americana, Rock - Roots/Rock n' Roll |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Restless, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Arrogance, Racing |
| Similar Artists |
The Charlie Daniels Band, Stevie Ray Vaughan |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Black Top Fame
Copywright: Ray William Roldan 2011
Ridin' round that track at one eight oh
Peddel kissin' metal, mamma feel that octane blow
Devil and a demon hangin' round that high bank turn
I got an angel ridin' shot gun, prayin'
that my motor won't burn!
Girls in the bleechers, cryin' out my name
there ain't a damn thing better than this Black Top Fame!
My daddy built a chevy in the back of his granddads shop
Billet steel crank pushin' pistons with a chrome dome tops!
High rise Offy, double pumpin' Holley
She's got a number on her side but we call 'er Miss Molly!
And I got girls in the bleechers, cryin' out my name
there ain't a damn thing better than this Black Top Fame!
A thousand wild ponies dancin' under Molly's hood!
Heavy duty brakes but at one eighty hell they ain't no good!
Hand built roll cage welded to miss molly's frame
cause you've gotta follow the rules when your playin' in this stock car game!
And we got girls in the bleechers, cryin' out our names
there ain't a damn thing better than this Black Top Fame!
Now there's a shiny new ford sittin' pretty at the front of the pack!
but me and Miss Molly we own this home town track.
So we tap 'er on the back, just a little get ta' know ya!
sorry 'bout the paint brother, i guess I'll have to owe ya!
I got girls in the bleechers, cryin' out my name
there ain't a damn thing better than this Black Top Fame!
A half a lap to go until we see that checkard flag fly!
and that ford is pullin' hard but me and Miss Molly go waltzin' by!
A white line ahead and now it's just a flashin' blur!
Miss Molly brings us home, ain't knothin' better 'en her!
And I got girls in the bleechers, cryin' out my name
there ain't a damn thing better than this Black Top Fame!
Ray William Roldan Copyright 2011
Swing Samurai Music