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She named me Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr. I guess you could say Momma was a NASCAR fan, I was born in Talladega up in the stands. The fans all cheered the second I arrived, the loudspeaker said "The boy's born to drive!" We didn't have money for a pacifier, so I sucked on the valve off a Goodyear tire... a seven pound, eight ounce, son-of-the-south born with a taste for racin' in my mouth. She named me Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr. I got my first real stock-car when I was nine, an old one Momma bought off of Jeff Bodine. The Winston Cup people said "The boy's too young"... 'till I qualified second at Darlington. How in the world could a nine-year-old child hit 197 in a time trial? The man said Momma ought to be ashamed... "but by the way son, tell us what's your name"? I told 'em Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr. I got a "Toys-R-Us" sponsor and a new pit-crew. Daytona loves "Little 52" The junior-high-school girls are all cheerin' for me. I'm out there intimidatin' "Number 3" But I ain't got room on my cards, or my caps, or the helmet I'm drivin' with... to write Dale Darrell Waltrip Richard Petty Rusty Awesome Bill Irvin Gordon Earnhardt Smith...Johnson, Jr. *Chourus was too long, I couldn't read all of it. That's why the chourus was shifted to the next line. |