Maybe you've heard of the great Fireball,
Always charging to get in the lead.
Some say Roberts was the best of all
On a high banked track at thundering speed.
There was LeeRoy Yarbrough, a charging man.
Running flat out was all he knew.
Get out in front his only plan,
And be in front when the last flag flew.
Running flat out down to the line.
Crossing the country to race with the others,
Their memory lives on in racing's shrine.
Before The King came a Petty named Lee,
Grand National Champ when it all began.
Founder of a racing dynasty,
Patriarch now of all his clan.
Remember Weatherly, called Little Joe?
A carefree man with a ready smile.
Another champion of long ago,
Who won with nerve and dash and style.
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