Boom .......... P.O.D.

Firing Line .......... The Allman Brothers Band

Sweet Home Alabama .......... Lynyrd Skynyrd

Steve McQueen .......... Sheryl Crow

I Got It Bad .......... LeAnn Rimes

La Grange .......... Wes Cunningham

Hill Stomp .......... Robert Belfour

Earnhardt Remembered / Build .......... Eric Colvin

(score) .......... The Car / Practice

Counting The Days .......... Collective Soul

You'll Never Catch Me .......... Steve Harwell

Hot Wired .......... Thee Shams Brothers

Qualifying / 6 AM Race .......... Eric Colvin

(score) .......... Day / Start Your Engines

Star Spangled Banner .......... LeAnn Rimes

Thunder (NASCAR Theme) .......... Dave Robidoux

I never knew that a kid like me
Could take his mic around the world and flash the big S.D.
And rock the masses, from Madrid to Calabassas
Tijuana, Mexico, bootleg demos in Tokyo
They know me though, 'cause I be puttin' in work
Commit my life to rebirth, well respected, 'cause that's my word
I'm sure you heard, about a new sound going around
She might have left my hood, but she was born in my town

We rep. the South, so what you talking about
I'm not running off my mouth, I know this without a doubt
'Cause if you know these streets, then these streets know you
When it's time to handle business, then you know what to do
Me and my crew, we stay true, old skool or new
Many were called, but the chosen are few
We rise to the top, what you want? Just in case you forgot
Rush the stage, grab my mic, show me what you got

b-section:
You didn't know, thought we was new on the scene
Well, it's alright! It's alright!
I know you know, I see you smiling at me
Well, it's alright! It's alright!

chorus:
Boom! Here comes the Boom!
Ready or not, here comes the boys from the South
Boom! Here comes the Boom!
How you like me now?

bridge:
Is that all you got?
I'll take your best shot.

I know you since you've been born
Raising hell even as a child
Nothing's change since that day
You still are runnin' wild
How hell I'm gonna tell you
And closer barriers are passing by

Well you left this state and running
Is air too smooth these days
I think it's time to come down
You'll gonna have to mend your way
Put your head up in the clouds
Can not see throught the haze

Chorus

Step outside Take a look around
Do you see anyone who cares?
Passed your whole life stepping on your friends
Still your in nowhere

Search for a new direction
But the Past is all you'll find
You can count upon your mistake
Blame it on your criminal mind
When you lay down your snakes
Come up poisonned every time.

Big wheels keep on turning
Carry me home to see my kin
Singing songs about the Southland
I miss Alabamy once again
And I think its a sin, yes

Well I heard mister Young sing about her
Well, I heard ole Neil put her down
Well, I hope Neil Young will remember
A Southern man don't need him around anyhow

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

In Birmingham they love the gov' nor
Now we all did what we could do
Now Watergate does not bother me
Does your conscience bother you?
Tell the truth

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Here I come Alabama

Now Muscle Shoals has got the Swampers
And they've been known to pick a song or two
Lord they get me off so much
They pick me up when I'm feeling blue
Now how about you?

Sweet home Alabama
Where the skies are so blue
Sweet Home Alabama
Lord, I'm coming home to you

Sweet home Alabama
Oh sweet home baby
Where the skies are so blue
And the guv'nor's true
Sweet Home Alabama
Lordy
Lord, I'm coming home to you
Yea, yea Montgomery's got the answer

(Sheryl Crow / John Shanks)

Well I went to bed in Memphis
And I woke up in Hollywood
I got a quarter
in my pocket
And I'd call you if I could
But I don't know why
I gotta fly
I wanna rock and roll this party
I still wanna have some fun
Iwanna leave you feeling breathless
Show you how the west was won
But I gotta fly
I gotta fly o

CHORUS: Like Steve McQueen
All I need's a fast machine
I'm gonna make it all right
Like Steve McQueen
Underneath your radar screen
You'll never catch me tonite o I ain't takin' shit off no one
Baby that was yesterday
I'm an all American rebel
Making my big getaway
Yeah you know it's time
I gotta fly

CHORUS

We got rockstars in the Whitehouse
All our popstars look like porn
All my heroes hit the highway
They don't hang out here no more
You can call me anytime
You can page me all night long
But you won't catch this freebird
I'll already be long gone
Like Steve McQueen
All we need's a fast machine
And we're gonna make it all right

CHORUS

Written by LeAnn Rimes, Dean Sheremet, Trey Bruce

Six a.m. came way to early
But Friday means it's over soon
Life gets boring in a hurry
But I got somethin' that gets me goin'
And I'm already gone

Chorus:
I got it bad
Feel that rumble
tough and tumble under my feet
I got it bad
round and round, we've all gone mad
Scream it - I got it bad

I'm addicted to the fast life
I cut my teeth on concrete dreams
The rush of no control gets me high
You know what I think
too much of a bad thing
Is exactly what I need

(repeat chorus)

Bridge:
Bad for speed and burnin' candles
At both ends till I'm unraveled
Bad for jumpin' off the edge
Without a net because I can

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Hey baby are you listening
I've batten all the hatches down
I've taken all of your prescriptions but no remedy I've found

Chorus:
Counting the Days (yeah)
Until some freedom can scream my name
Counting the Days (yeah)
Until the gods break these chains.

hey baby are you watching
I'm saddling for your side show
I never want to become precious
This life is so touch and go

Chorus

Bridge:
Dig it, get it, dig it what your looking for?
Dig it, get it, dig it what your searching for?
Dig it, get it, dig it yeah, dig
Yeah, dig

Chorus

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National Anthem

Oh say can you see,
by the dawn's early light,
what so proudly we hailed,
at the twilight's last gleaming?

Whose broad stripes and bright stars,
through the perilous fight,
o'er the ramparts we watched,
were so gallantly streaming.

And the rocket's red glare,
the bombs bursting in air,
gave proof through the night,
that our flag was still there.

Oh say does that star spangled banner yet wave,
o'er the land of the free, and the home of the brave.

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