Lyrics

[Verse]
Bryan Godbee in his go-kart race,
Flying 'round the track, you couldn't see his face.
Crowd calls him Dale Earnhardt Junior Junior,
Engine roaring like a southern crooner.

[Verse 2]
Throttle wide open, he's breaking all the rules,
Dust and gravel flying, making fun of fools.
Until one day, oh boy what a sight,
Bryan's kart frame snapped in the middle of the night.

[Chorus]
But that's okay, he's got a welder's hand,
Fixing up that kart, making it grand.
Sparks flying bright, under starry skies,
Bryan Godbee rides again, no surprise.

[Verse 3]
Racing in circles, a blur on the track,
With his trusty welder, always got his back.
Laughter in the stands, cheers filling the air,
Bryan Godbee races without a single care.

[Verse 4]
From sunup to sundown, he's kicking up dirt,
Blew past the big boys, left them all hurt.
He's a legend 'round here, with a touch so fine,
Fixed his own ride, now he's back in the line.

[Chorus]
But that's okay, he's got a welder's hand,
Fixing up that kart, making it grand.
Sparks flying bright, under starry skies,
Bryan Godbee rides again, no surprise.