[Verse 1: Honky-tonk female lead, twang over hard driving drums, honky-tonk piano and chicken-pickin' guitar] Daddy's fastback sat in the weeds behind the shed for seven years Dealer said, "That thing is scrap, darlin'," and I said, "Thanks for the cheers" So I pulled the motor with a chain hoist and a borrowed pair of jacks Rebuilt every bolt by hand and painted racin' stripes down the back Then I rolled it to the back-road strip on a Saturday in June And the boys all leaned on their tailgates and they laughed me out of tune Travis spat and said, "Now, honey, you'll be burnt out by thirty" And I smiled, 'cause where I come from, Lord, we like our engines dirty [Hook: Honky-tonk female lead, full band, steel guitar crying] Y'all said I'd burn out, honey, y'all were right I burn out every Saturday, I burn out every night Smoke so thick on the startin' line the grandstand disappears I been burnin' out on purpose, boys, for twenty-two years [Verse 2: Honky-tonk female lead, harder, honky-tonk piano pounding] Now they call me when the smoke's so thick the county sends a truck And the fire chief just sits and grins and wishes me good luck I go through a pair of tires every week like it's a tax And the boys who used to laugh are wavin' flags and buyin' snacks Travis brings a brand-new truck, his daddy's credit card Got a sticker on the window and a chrome pipe in the yard And he looks me up and down and says, "You ain't gonna last" And I tell him, "Sugar, I'm slow to quit, but I am fast" [Hook: Honky-tonk female lead, full band, steel guitar crying] Y'all said I'd burn out, honey, y'all were right I burn out every Saturday, I burn out every night Smoke so thick on the startin' line the grandstand disappears I been burnin' out on purpose, boys, for twenty-two years [Verse 3: Honky-tonk female lead, tire squeal, the steel guitar bends up high and squeals while the band pounds under it] Finals night, it's me and Travis starin' down the Christmas tree And I light the rear tires up and I just let 'em be One minute, two minutes, three, the flagman's coughin' in his sleeve And the crowd is on the fences and they can't believe Travis twitchin' at the throttle like a hound dog on a chain And the smoke rolls over his windshield and he can't see the lane And he jumps it, Lord, he jumps it, and the tree goes red as wine And I never moved an inch, honey, and I won it on the line [Final Hook: Honky-tonk female lead, full band, steel guitar crying, the engine roaring] Y'all said I'd burn out, honey, y'all were right I burn out every Saturday, I burn out every night Smoke so thick on the startin' line the grandstand disappears I been burnin' out on purpose, boys, for twenty-two years [Outro: Honky-tonk female lead, twang] Y'all can wait I got all night [End]
