Speedway at Nazareth
After two thousand came two thousand and one.To be the new champions, we were there for to run,From springtime in Arizona, 'til the fall in Monterey,And the raceways were the battlefields and we fought 'em all the way.
It was in Phoenix in the morning, I had a wakeup call.She went around the without a warning and put me in the wall.I drove at Long Beach California with three cracked vertebrae,And we went on the Indianapolis, Indiana; in May.
Well, the Brickyard's there to crucify anyone who will not learn.I climbed a mountain to qualify, ran flat through the turns,And I was down in the might-have-beens and an old pal good as died,And I sat down in gasoline alley and I cried.
Well we were in at the kill again on the Milwaukee Mile,And in June up in Michigan we were robbed at Belle Isle,Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for the G. I. Joe,And I blew off almost everyone when I my motor let go.
New England, Ontario - we died in the dirt.Those walls from Mid-Ohio to Toronto - they hurt.We came to Road America where we burned up at the lake,But at the Speedway at Nazareth I made no mistake.