歌词
作曲 : Luke Combs/Erik Dylan/Wyatt McCubbin/Drew Parker
There we were coming 'round the bend
One lap away from checkers in the wind
Turn one, turn two, turn three
They never saw nothing like you and me
Down on the inside, leading the pack
Your hand on my knee, my foot on the gas
Making moves up front
Everybody was rooting for us
We coulda been Earnhardt in that 3 car down in victory lane
Standing on the hood with that Goodwrench, wasting good champagne
We coulda been burning out 'stead of burning out before that finish line
But we were Daytona 499
We had a hell of a lead, had it running good
The whole grandstand was thinking we would
Take the whole thing home
Yeah, girl, we were good as gone
Looking back now, we were moving too fast
Had plenty good tires, not enough gas
The part that hurts the most
Is, girl, we were so damn close
We coulda been Earnhardt in that 3 car down in victory lane
Standing on the hood with that Goodwrench, wasting good champagne
We coulda been burning out 'stead of burning out before that finish line
But we were Daytona 499, yeah
Yeah, we coulda been Earnhardt in that 3 car just like '98
Standing on the hood with that Goodwrench, wasting good champagne
We coulda been burning out 'stead of burning out before that finish line
But we were Daytona 499
499