Joey lived a mile at a Southern Cross
Workin' on trucks for the local pinball
Friday nights when it come to town
They'd all line up and see him lay some rubber down
Joey had a Ute built in 74
With a three-fifth of Chevy and a four-run floor
Crow-mire wheels and a customized back
He could run the main street, quarter mile and under ten flat
Cause he's the king of the road out here
He's fought far before, he's an old John Deere
He won the summer nationals twice
He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights
Well, the summer is not
And I remember
I remember it well
A city boy thought he had a story to tell
He had a turbocharged flash in the pan
Walked up to Joey, said, hey, I hear you're the man
The whole town was there and it was quite a scene
It was the biggest race there ever had been
That little car looked pretty in red
And I remember it well
It was just like it was gold
Now Joey's granny's driving it instead
It was the king of the road out here
He's fought far before, he's an old John Deere
He won the summer nationals twice
He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights
Hey!
Hey!
Hey!

Hey!
Hey!



Hey!



Ah, 70 points
You might have Brockie in the city spotlight
But you ain't ever seen Joey on a Friday night
Folks come a-runnin' for miles around
Just to see how Joey lay in the rubber down
Cause he's the king of the road out here
He's run far, big, far than an old John Deere
He won the Summer Nationals twice
He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights
King of the road out here
He run far, big, far than an old John Deere
He won the Summer Nationals twice
He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights
He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights
He's the king of the road out here on Friday nights
I'm a ray
Ha ha
Give it up
Drop me home, Joey
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