On a winding dirt backroad in the hills of Arkansas
In a little country farmhouse with his mama and his pa
Lived a plain old plowboy by the name of Colt McCall
He never took to farming, he had racing in his blood
Open wheel and modified was the only stock he′d run
He had a local reputation, but for Colt that wasn't enough
To be the fastest horse in a one horse town
He leaves them all in the dust on the fastest tracks around
He gets that fire in his eyes and takes off like a gun
When the smoke clears someone in the crowd hollers son
There goes the fastest horse in a one horse town
He beat it to Daytona, the big boys laughed and said
Looks like they′ve turned a pack mule loose among these thoroughbreds
Colt said this old mule's been places most blue bloods fear to tread
But a thousand left turns later, foot still on the gas
The leader watched a car slip by and beat him to the flag
And painted on the truck there were
The words "boy, you just been passed"
By the fastest horse in a one horse town
He leaves them all in the dust on the fastest tracks around
He gets that fire in his eyes and takes off like a gun
When the smoke clears someone in the crowd hollers son
There goes the fastest horse in a one horse town
He's the fastest horse in a one horse town
He leaves them all in the dust on the fastest tracks around
He gets that fire in his eyes and takes off like a gun
When the smoke clears someone in the crowd hollers son
There goes the fastest horse in a one horse town
Writer(s): Donald L. Von Tress, Tony Haselden Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
