文本歌词

20th Century Drifter - Studio Group/Johnny Mac/Leon Copas/Joe Reagan
Driving my race car is my way of making a living
My way of putting the bread on the table at home
I'm gettin back about half as much as I'm giving
And I couldn't make it without a good woman at home
First place could be just a dream
But I'm gonna chase it
Finishing out of the top ten is nothing but bad
And a junker won't ever be first
I might as well face it
First class equipment
Is something a man's got to have
You might even call me a twentieth century drifter
Thirty-two weekends I load up
The car and I'm gone
And my woman cries with each goodbye
Kiss that I give her
And she prayes that come Monday morning
And I'll be drifting home
Well my woman sleeps in my arms
And I lie here thinking
Half awake half asleep
I run and re-run the race
From dark end till dawn it goes on
My half awake dreaming
And ever so often I dream of me taking first place
It's got to be more than a dream
Dreaming won't make it
Or dreaming won't ever put
Bread on the table at home
And racing runs deep in my veins
And I'll never shake it
I'm tied to it just like
I'm tied to the woman at home
You might even call me
A twentieth century drifter
Thirty-two weekends I load up
The car and I'm gone
And my woman cries with each goodbye
Kiss that I give her
And she prayes that come Monday morning
And I'll be driftint home