The Ballad of Wendell Scott

Well, I heard Wendell late last night
Screaming down the mountain
Goes around and around it tight
Must have been a-carrying a load

Well the sheriff and G-men waiting for him
At the Carolina line
Wendell shifted gears on the Thunder Road
Shot off through the pines

Well, Wendell, Wendell, Wendell Scott
Drive so fast he couldn't stop
Wendell, Wendell, he's my man
He's a stock car driving man

Don't wanna work in the mill, pick no tobacco
Doesn't wanna ride
Painted number 34 on his door
Make a big noise throughout the south

But because he was black they said, "Wendell, get back!
Boy, you shouldn't even try!"
They were mighty surprised when they seen with their eyes
Wendell was passing 'em by

It was at Martinsville, Reedsville, Danville, dirt track
Wendell tearing them wild
Now the sponsors owe a whole lot of money
Sure did make us proud

Well, Wendell, Wendell, Wendell Scott
Drive so fast he couldn't stop
Wendell, Wendell, he's my man
He's a stock car driving man

Going ninety miles an hour, like old '97
The tires are starting to scream
Richard Petty, Cale Yarborough, and all them guys
Thought they was in a dream

But way up ahead underneath the checkered flag
Stood the man of the hour
Wendell, Wendell he done won
Stock car driving power

Well, Wendell, Wendell, Wendell Scott
Drive so fast he couldn't stop
Wendell, Wendell, he's my man
He's a stock car driving man
He's a stock car driving man
He's a stock car driving man
He's a stock car driving man

Wendell, whoo!