Chill E Mammoth - Devil's Racetrack Road

South of Selma by the railroad tracks
On the way down to 701
There's a road they call Devil's Racetrack
I sold my soul in my 351

Put my Torino up against a Vette
She dropped the flag, I dropped my cigarette
I lost control and slid into the trees
Satan asked me boy, tell me what is your plea

Listen Lucifer I got to get back
To the girl I lost on Devil's Racetrack
He said you're dead but I'll make you a deal
For the girl you lost behind the wheel

You can taste her lips and smell her perfume
Every night underneath the moon
Just sign your name in blood and race for me
I'll let you live for all eternity

My options are running out
And my choices are sinking low
I can feel my blood turning cold cold cold
Baby it's hell on Devil's Racetrack Road

Fire up the engine in the devil's demon racetrack car
His sinnin' soul is stuck to the steering wheel
He won't go far

His tires they will melt off as he burns through the turns every night
Running all the racers off the road to collect their lives

Devil's Racetrack Road
Devil's Racetrack Road

He sold his soul to see the girl she went to heaven
Never ever seeing her forever with his seven deadly sins again
He can't win

He went to Carolina for a life that could be finer
He got off that ocean liner
He's a ticking time bomb timer till he blows
And Satan knows

His tires they will melt off as he burns through the turns every night
Running all the racers off the road to collect their lives

Devil's Racetrack Road
Devil's Racetrack Road
Devil's Racetrack Road
Devil's Racetrack Road

South of Selma by the railroad tracks
On the way down to 701
There's a road they call Devil's Racetrack
I sold my soul in my 351

Written by:
Charlie Fisher, Cody Haars

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