Thunder Road
People packed like sardine cans.
Lawn chairs, coolers, beer in hand.
Hot dogs, pizza, fries galore.
The crowd cheers loud, when the engines roar.
Dirt and car smoke, fills the air.
As I sit and watch from my earthen chair.
And nothing gives me quite a thrill,
Then to watch it all, atop Budweiser Hill
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