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Engines and Egos * Song * Country Music Homemade Southern Style *

A little country song about my summer vacations when I was a teenager and how all the young boys drive their trucks in front of my grandma's house trying to get my attention. I wasn't bad looking back then. :) TITLE: Engines and Egos LYRICS: That dirt road ran right past Grandma’s porch, Red clay dust and a crooked old torch. Every summer, I’d show up to stay, And the boys would start their reckless display. Old Fords and Chevys cruisin’ by, Engines growlin’, tires screechin’ high. I’d sit in my wooden chair, calm as could be, Watchin’ all the chaos roll past me. Moonshine swagger, dip-can grin, Shotgun rack, a kickstand spin. Burnin’ gas like it bought my heart, Lord, they nearly tore it apart. Chorus They’d roll by slow, then hammer it down, Crownin’ themselves kings of that town. Headlights cut through the humid night, Dust kicked up in the porchlight. Tailpipes barkin’, tires on fire, Two-lane pride on overdrive. Riskin’ chrome and a busted fender Just to see if I would surrender. I never did - and that’s no lie - But I loved watchin’ ‘em try. One night they got a little too brave, Two trucks lined up nose to nose. Engines roar like a pack of hounds, Neither one will give, neither one slows. One swerved last second, steel on steel, Rolled right down to the creek bed low. Boots soaked, pride bent like metal, Horses had to drag that truck out slow. Grandma shook her head, muttered “Lord,” I just rocked back, lips pressed tight. Not a word, not a spark, not a sigh - Just watchin’ chaos play in the night. Wet boots squishin’, egos bruised, Blamin’ gravel, blamin’ booze. I sipped my sweet tea, raised one brow, Didn’t offer help, didn’t know how. Chorus They’d roll by slow, then hammer it down, Crownin’ themselves kings of that town. Headlights cut through the humid night, Dust kicked up in the porchlight. Tailpipes barkin’, tires on fire, Two-lane pride on overdrive. Riskin’ chrome and a busted fender Just to see if I would surrender. I never did - and that’s no lie - But I loved watchin’ ‘em try. But I loved watchin’ ‘em try. I was only there June through July, Gone before the dust could die. They thought they were chasin’ me, Didn’t know I loved the rivalry. Final Chorus They’d roll by slow, then hammer it down, Crownin’ themselves kings of that town. Headlights cut through the humid night, Dust kicked up in the porchlight. Tailpipes barkin’, tires on fire, Two-lane pride on overdrive. Riskin’ chrome and a busted fender Just to see if I would surrender. I never did - and that’s no lie - But I loved watchin’ ‘em try. I loved watchin’ ‘em try. I never picked one, but I loved the show… Dust settles slow, but that dirt road knows. Boys keep runnin’, trucks keep flyin’… Me? I’m still sittin’ on that porch just smilin’.