Fireball Roberts

I'm sorry, babe I was trying to leave the black dog home Oh, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin' to leave the black dog home Well, I'm sorry, baby I was tryin' to leave the black dog home But it followed me to your house And he carried his old chew bone I got a 57 Ford, babe Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red Got a 57 Ford, baby Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red Got a 57 Ford, baby Painted Fireball Roberts, white and red I haven't run my last race, darlin' But I sometimes wish I did Don't feel sorry for our love, baby We stuck it right down in the turn Don't feel sorry for our love, babe Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn Don't feel sorry for our love, baby Nah, we stuck it right down in the turn And it's not everyday you can walk away With just these few memories to burn No, it's not everyday you can walk away With just these few memories to burn