Pure acceleratin’s circles are what we’d do.
Hi-speed to nothin’ blazin’ wild I’ll love you’s.
Promises gone in bump ‘n run caution flag blues.
She did a green-flag run see ya done on me, Smokey Mountain rear view!

She’s my far-out knock-out lil’ Bristol baby.
We were known to go ‘round ‘n ‘round.
I’d try hard to win at any cost with that lady.
She’s the fadin’ finish line I chase now.
I’m hangin’ left on my torn-up Texas Motor Speedway.
While she’s all Tennessee winner’s circle crowd.
I wonder if that mountain momma’s thought of me lately?
She’s my far-out knock-out lil’ Bristol baby.

Thunder valley redneck’n neckin’ on winning nights,
We made half-mile half-baked slide-job plans sound alright.
In our gladiator dome love’s last great colosseum fight,
she shifted gears to some short-tracked, simple-minded East Tennessee guy!

Now I’m in a worn tired pit of breakdown strategy.
Rubbin’ on a ring that once drove her crazy, and that I’d hi-banked on savin’ me.

She’s my far-out knock-out lil’ Bristol baby.
We were known to go ‘round ‘n ‘round.
I’d try hard to win at any cost with that lady.
She’s the fadin’ finish line I chase now.
I’m hangin’ left on my torn-up Texas Motor Speedway.
While she’s all Tennessee winner’s circle crowd.
I wonder if that mountain momma’s even thought of me lately?
She’s my far-out knock-out lil’ Bristol baby.

Bristol Baby.

Bristol Baby.

Bristol Baby.

She’s my far-out knock-out lil’ Bristol baby!