The Earnhardt Jr Blues

The Earnhardt Jr Blues - (c) Chuck Schaeffer

We went to Talladega
to do a little racing
Drive five hundred miles with
thoughts we were embracing
of speeding ‘round the oval
beating Junior and sending him home

A winner of Daytona and
twenty other races,
Over forty million dollars
he's covered all the bases
A mountain of a man
a magician of the track and the chrome


At the last race in Pocono
I took one on the chin
He passed me on the final lap,
went on for the win
Now I was more than prime
crew was to good to go
With no way of losing
to my enemy and foe

Checked in at the pit
looked over the gauges
They loaded on the tires
and tinkered with the engines
Everything was ready
time to get on with the show

Sucker ain’t gonna beat me again

Rolled the car to the line
began in pole position, with
J-R starting last
wasn't in my vision
They dropped the green flag
Hit the gas, I was gone
Had dreams of winning big
and flexing all my brawn

The car was running fine
cylinders were churning
Like there was no tomorrow
pavement really burning
Out the corner of my eye
there was Dale with a wink and a yawn

Hope the sucker don’t beat me again

Just a few laps remained
had little room for error
So why’d the Lord curse me
with Earnhardt the terror
My heart began a-thumpin'
a nightmare relivin’
Had to hold him off or else
a hurtin’ I’ll be given

So I veered to the left
steered to the right
But he pulled out around me
went straight into the night
I knew right then
that’s the last time I'd see the man

I made it to the finish
just a little bit later
Than that dog-gone number 8,
son of the Intimidator
He stood beside the ladies
wearing Bud across their chests
Big trophy in hand
and champagne all the best

He looked down upon me,
said to the letter
"I'm the best there ever was,
isn't anybody better",
I slammed down my hat,
can’t believe the sucker beat me again.