Drive-By Truckers – Daddys Cup (Guitar)

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Well before I could walk, I

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had a wrench in my hand

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I was my Mama's little angel and my Daddy's second chance

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He went end over end the first year he went pro

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And he lost part of his

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eyesight and he couldn't race

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no more

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But he never lost his touch

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when he got under a hood

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He knew how to make them run and he knew one day he would See his name in victory lane

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and engraved on that cup

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Just like all them other

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crazy fools with racing in

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their blood

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He would put me on his lap when he'd drive and I'd take the wheel

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He'd say What do you think

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about that son? How does she

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feel?

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You just wait till them

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little legs get long enough to reach the gas

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Once you put her on the floor

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one time there ain't no

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turning back

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Every Saturday, he'd take me

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out to the garage

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He'd take an empty bucket and fill it full of engine parts He's sit me down and pour em

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out in front of me on the floor

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I'd have to tell him what

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each one was and what each

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one was for

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We'd jump in his old car and

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go down to the race that night

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He'd tell me what each driver was doing wrong and what each one did right

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winner before they ever took a curve

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43 might have the car but #3

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has got the nerve

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But before I turned 18 Daddy said Now pretty soon

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You'll be old enough to race

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but I'm gonna leave it up to

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you

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I taught you all about it,

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taught you everything I know

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You gotta have a car to do it

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and you gotta work and buy

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your own

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The first one I bought was a

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Mustang #2

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Nobody kept'em any longer than they kept a pair of shoes

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every used car lot in town

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A V-8 on a go-cart, easy

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terms, no money down

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Me and Daddy and my uncle

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took her home and we tore her down

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Checked her out real good, cleaned her up and bored her out

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pulled the carpet off the floor

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Knocked out all the glass and

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welded up the doors

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Well the first time that I raced my qualifying was a shame

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I started out way in the back

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and came back about the same

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I pulled her in the pit,

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couldn't look my Daddy in the eye

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He said If you quit now son,

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it's gonna haunt you all your

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life

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See it ain't about the money

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or even being #1

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You gotta know when it's all over you did the best you could've done

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and you never let it out

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Is worse than blowing any

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engine or any wreck you'll

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ever have

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Since then I've wrecked a

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bunch of cars and I've broke a bunch of bones

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It's anybody's race out there and I've learned to run my own

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I'd hit em from behind

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I'd let them know that I was

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there, I'd let em know that

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track was mine

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It's been several years now since my Daddy passed away

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But his picture's on my dash

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every time I go to race

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I lost more than I won but I

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ain't gonna give up

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Till they put me in the

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ground or Daddy's name's on

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that cup