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Fireball Roberts
written by John Hiatt

Iím sorry babe
I was trying to leave the black dog home

Oh Iím sorry baby
I was tryiní to leave the black dog home

Well Iím sorry baby
I was tryiní to leave the black dog home
But he followed me to your house
And he carried his old chew bone

I gotta a 57 Ford babe
Painted Fireball Roberts white and red
Gotta a 57 Ford baby
Painted Fireball Roberts white and red

Gotta a 57 Ford baby
Painted Fireball Roberts white and red
I havenít run my last race darliní
But I sometimes wish I did

Donít feel sorry for our love baby
We stuck it right down in the turn
Donít feel sorry for our love babe
Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn

Donít feel sorry for our love baby
Nah we stuck it right down in the turn
And itís not everyday you can walk away
With just these few memories to burn

No, itís not everyday you can walk away
With just these few memories to burn