[Intro: Hard-rock male lead, huge chugging guitar riff, raspy shout] Hey, county fair, Saturday, the grandstand's full Hey, fire her up, boys, we came here to pull [Verse 1: Hard-rock male lead, pounding rock drums, raspy hard-rock vocal] Rosie's older than the bleachers and the paint is coming off Takes three tries to start her and she clears her throat and coughs Got a bale of twine holding the muffler to the hood Got a seat from a school bus and it fits me pretty good Then the champ rolls in with a trailer full of shine Two engines, chrome stacks, and decals down the line Pit crew in matching shirts with a headset and a plan And they're laughing at the farmer with the coffee can [Pre-Hook: Hard-rock male lead, drums building, guitars climbing] They hook up the sled and the weight box slides Every foot it gets heavier, every foot it fights [Hook: Hard-rock male lead, full band, huge raspy hard-rock hook] Full pull, come on, let her roar Every foot of dirt and a little bit more Old iron, black smoke, front wheels high Full pull, all the way, don't you let her die [Verse 2: Hard-rock male lead, pounding rock drums, harder raspy vocal] Champ goes first and the ground starts to shake Four thousand horses and a smell like a steak He's flying down the track, he's a hundred, two hundred Then a bang and a cloud and the whole crowd wondered Rod through the block and the chrome going black Sitting there smoking at the middle of the track Then it's me and old Rosie at the line with a grin And a farmer in a ball cap saying, "Bring her in" Third try she catches and she rattles to the chain Front wheels lifting like she's reaching for the rain Crawling, crawling, every foot a fight Hey, the grandstand standing and they're screaming in the light [Hook: Hard-rock male lead, full band, huge raspy hard-rock hook] Full pull, come on, let her roar Every foot of dirt and a little bit more Old iron, black smoke, front wheels high Full pull, all the way, don't you let her die [Bridge: Hard-rock male lead, hitch pin, the hitch pin is yanked from the chain with a heavy iron clank, the guitars wind up for one bar, then the whole band hits] Flag comes down at three hundred feet But the throttle's stuck and she won't take a seat Through the hay bales, through the fence, through the gate Sled bouncing behind her with a ton of freight Into the beer tent, tables flying high So I yank the hitch pin with a whoop and a cry And the whole grandstand comes running in the door Hey, Rosie, Rosie, she was hungry for more [Final Hook: Hard-rock male lead, full band, loudest raspy hard-rock hook] Full pull, come on, let her roar Every foot of dirt and a little bit more Old iron, black smoke, front wheels high Full pull, all the way, don't you let her die [End]
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