Load
up the Vista Cruiser and roll the windows down
Put Granny in the back seat we’re heading out of town
“Forget the maps and OnStar”, Gramps said with a grin
“We’ll be there in no time ’cause I know the back way in”!
Put
away the tractor and lock up all the chickens
We’re taking all the backroads, straight to Greenville-Pickens
Dogs
and buns and Fritos overflow the chest
The grill is full of charcoal, Kingsford is the best
Just beyond the backstretch atop the clay of red
Tailgating parties with the hungry being fed
It’s
Saturday night, the moon is right we’re off to Greenville-Pickens
They’re running like the dickens here at Greenville-Pickens
We
bought a crumpled decklid from a tore up car
Made the driver sign it cause we know he’ll be a star
Fished a program from the trash bin stained with beer and Coke
Lit up a filtered Winston and sat and had a smoke
With
Granny in her lawnchair as quiet as can be
You’d never know what we were all about to see
She shocked us all when she lept up and slapped her wrinkled knee
“Don’t you wreck him you no-good dadburned S.O.B.!”
We
calmed her down and fed her more and nodded to the crowd
“We sorry but we’ve never heard Granny get so loud”
The white flag waves and fenders bang, good gosh its quite a race
If you ever want the best night out you’ve got to see this place
Put
away the tractor and lock up all the chickens
We’re taking all the backroads, straight to Greenville-Pickens
It’s Saturday night, the moon is right and Granny left the kitchen
They’re running like the dickens here at Greenville-Pickens
