The South/sport: Just Like Whiskey

Just Like Whisky

Oh Rapid Roy that stock car boy

He too much to believe

You know he always got an extra

pack of cigarettes Rolled up in his T-shirt sleeve

He got a tattoo on his arm that

say "Baby"

He got another one that just say


But every Sunday afternoon he

is a dirt track demon

In a '57 Chevrolet

Carl Smart works in a furniture factory and "Stick" Elliott sells junk, but if their callings are prosaic, the men are not. They are fast rollers in the grand Southern tradition of dirt track racing:...

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