Marty Robbins - Twentieth Century Drifter - Sözleri

Drivin' my race car is my way of making a livinMy way of puttin' the bread on the table at home

I'm gettin' back about half as much as I'm givinAnd I couldn't make it without a good woman at home



First place could be just a dream but I'm gonna chase it

Finishing out of the top ten is nothing but bad

And a junker won't ever be first I might as well face it

First class equipment is somethin' a man's got to have



You might even call me a twentieth century drifter

Thirty-two weekends I load up the car and I'm gone

And my woman cries with each goodbye kiss that I give her

And she prayes that come Monday morning and I'll be driftin' home



Well my woman sleeps in my arms and I lie here thinkinHalf awake half asleep I run and re-run the race

From dark end till dawn it goes on my half awake dreamin'



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