| | F | Dm7 | Csus4 | Bb | |
| F | |
| I got a | sixty-nine Chevy with a 396 |
| Bb | |
| Fuelie heads | and a Hurst on the floor |
| Gm | |
| She’s | waiting tonight down in the parking lot |
| Bb | |
| Outside the | Seven-Eleven store |
| F | |
| Me and my | partner Sonny built her straight out of scratch |
| Bb | |
| And he rides | with me from town to town |
| Gm | |
| We only | run for the money got no strings attached |
| Bb | |
| We shut `em | up and then we shut `em down |
| C7 | F |
| Tonight, | tonight the strip’s just right |
| Bb | |
| I wanna | blow `em off in my first heat |
| Gm |
| Summer’s here and the time is right |
| Bb | |
| For | racin’ in the street |
| F | |
| We | take all the action we can meet |
| Bb | |
| And we | cover all the northeast state |
| Gm | |
| When the | strip shuts down we run `em in the street |
| Bb | |
| From the | fire roads to the interstate |
| F | |
| Now | some guys they just give up living |
| Bb | |
| And start | dying little by little piece by piece |
| Gm | |
| Some guys come | home from work and wash up |
| Bb | |
| Then go | racin’ in the street |
| C7 | F |
| Tonight, | tonight the strip’s just right |
| Bb | |
| I wanna | blow `em all out of their seats |
| Gm |
| Calling out around the world |
| Bb | |
| We’re going | racin’ in the street |
| (Break) | F | Dm7 | Csus4 | Bb | F | Dm7 | Csus4 | Bb | |
| F | |
| I met | her on the strip three years ago |
| Bb | |
| In a | Camaro with this dude from L.A. |
| Gm | |
| I | blew that Camaro off my back |
| Bb | |
| And | drove that little girl away |
| F | |
| But now | there’s wrinkles around my baby’s eyes |
| Bb | |
| And she | cries herself to sleep at night |
| Gm | |
| When I come | home the house is dark |
| Bb | |
| She sighs " | Baby did you make it all right" |
| F | |
| She | sits on the porch of her daddy’s house |
| Bb | |
| But | all her pretty dreams are torn |
| Gm | |
| She | stares off alone into the night |
| Bb | |
| With the | eyes of one who hates for just being born |
| F | |
| For all the | shut-down strangers and hot rod angels |
| Bb |
| Rumbling through this promised land |
| Gm |
| Tonight my baby and me we’re gonna ride to the sea |
| Bb | |
| And | wash these sins off our hands |
| C7 | F |
| Tonight, | tonight the highway’s bright |
| Bb | |
| Out | of our way mister you best keep |
| Gm | |
| `Cause | summer’s here and the time is right |
| Bb | |
| We’re goin’ | racin’ in the street |
| | F | Bb | Gm | Bb | (to fade out) |