He is the thunder by the mountain
Flash by like lightning from the sky
He takes a strong team to a victory
He makes the fans all stand and cry
Nowhere to hidey-hide
No one he can’t outrun
As he goes by-dee-by-dee-by
The old man is down the road
The other teams are dropping lugnuts
In all the brake dust black as coal
He’s making sure . . . → Read More: The Old Man Down The Road
