The Texas Heat

Words and Music by

Dave Wilson

©2011 Dave Wilson

Grew up in the heart of Texas, calling the streets my home

Two wheeled freedom got me feeling the road, I was by myself but never alone

The wind in my face, started setting the pace, off into the great unknown

Tighten that grip, and just let it rip

I’m gonna raise that cup, and take a sip

Teenage courage tearing up the road, the engine screaming out for more

Three twenty seven high octane load, push the peddle to the floor

Sixteen gallons of Jackie’s best, got to make it to Jimmy’s front door

Tighten that grip, and just let it rip

I’m gonna raise that cup, and take a sip

Pop the top on that bottle, and let it wash all over me

‘Cause out on the street, They can’t compete

And they know that I won’t be beat

That’s how I got my reputation

They call me “The Texas Heat”

Made my way to the Carolinas, driving for the black car man

Took to the track never looking back, running  just as fast as I can

Heavy metal pushin’ the limit, Got the checkered once again

Tighten that grip, and just let it rip

I’m gonna raise that cup, and take a sip

Pop the top on that bottle, and let it wash all over me

‘Cause out on the street, They can’t compete

That’s why they call me “The Texas Heat”

A tune for all the race fans out there.