Our Engines have started You can hear the roar
as the riders anxiously wait.
We will burst like a bat through hells open door
upon the falling of this gatr.
We race not for gold or fortune that can be hauled home in a sack
It's the quest for that perfect moto
that keeps us coming back.
That special day when conditions are right and the body if fit for the test.
God I love this sport and there is no greater feeling than coming out the best.
Now the starter has stepped into the box to begin the race.
A quick glance down the line and I wander who
will be racing for second place.
There ain't a man among us who hasen't tasted this Red Bud soil.
Plowed a furrow with his ass or drilled face first for oil.
But I trust my safty to the man upstairs and the other riders good since.
By god I plan to holeshot this thing or the'll pick me from the fence.
Now I give myself to the moment I'll think not of getting hurt.
Let that silver plaque go to another.
For me it's FIRST OR DIRT