E [Verse 1] E Well we were suicide pirates on asphalt seas A We burned that quarter mile in nine-point-three C#m Drivin' bored-out stallions armored in chrome B It was winner take all and loser walk home A Sometimes it got so hot them pink slips glowed [Chorus] E A Down Brainerd Road [Verse 2] E We parked them cars when we got done racin' A Cranked up that all night rock 'n roll station C#m I'd run my fingers through your long dark hair B We'd fly with the fastest jet in the air A 'Til Will Hoyt would come and he'd, he'd run us home [Chorus] E A Down Brainerd Road E A Oh down Brainerd Road [Bridge] E A It's glory glory hallelujah and I, I hope I don't explode E I got me a four-fitty-four both feet flat on the floor B A E Just roarin', still roarin' down Brainerd Road A E Yeah yeah [Verse 3] E Late one night my baby called A And she says we gotta talk and that said it all C#m And she said "Meet me at the San Ann by the quarter mile straight B And I'll be there as soon as I can slip away" A But I waited 'til daybreak and she never showed [Chorus] E A Down on Brainerd Road [Verse 4] E So I went knockin' at her daddy's door A He said "You won the battle, punk, I won the war" C#m I said "Where is she mister," he said "Baltimore, B We burned down that clinic on Vance Road, we don't do that here no more" A I jumped in that Camero and I stuck it to the floor [Chorus] E A And went roarin' down Brainerd Road E A Still roarin' down Brainerd Road [Bridge] E Ah, but these days I sit on the porch at my brother's house A and watch the sun set E My niece and my nephew's playin' in the yard B7 and I'm, I'm just suckin' on a cigarette E My sister-in-law's in yonder foldin' laundry A and lookin' at Wheel-of-Fortune with my brother E I can hear them through that storm door B7 goin' back and forth about one thing or another E A She waits tables while the kids are at school and he runs a wholesale route E B7 Between her tips and his commissions, after taxes are taken out E They keep a roof over their head and they keep food on the table A and they just somehow just keep getting' by E Waitin' on that day to come where they scrape up enough crumbs B7 E just to get a little piece of the pie A E So you just kiss my-- butt, Uncle Sam, and you kiss my brother's butt too B7 God bless America, but the hell with you E A You done stole us blind and you sold us out to a circle of a chosen few E And I see you on that poster pointin' your trigger finger at my grandson B7 A I'm pointin' my middle one back at you [Outro] A Thank you! E