Twentieth Century Drifter Lyrics - 20th Century Drifter - Marty Robbins

Drivin' my race car is my way of making a livin' 

My way of puttin' the bread on the table at home 

I'm gettin' back about half as much as I'm givin' 

And I couldn't make it without a good woman at home 

First place could be just a dream but I'm gonna chase it 

Finishing out of the top ten is nothing but bad 

And a junker won't ever be first I might as well face it 

First class equipment is somethin' a man's got to have 

You might even call me a twentieth century drifter 

Thirty-two weekends I load up the car and I'm gone 

And my woman cries with each goodbye kiss that I give her 

And she prayes that come Monday morning and I'll be driftin' home 

Well my woman sleeps in my arms and I lie here thinkin' 

Half awake half asleep I run and re-run the race 

From dark end till dawn it goes on my half awake dreamin' 

And ever so often I dream of me taking first place 

It's got to be more than a dream dreamin' won't make it 

Or dreaming won't ever put bread on the table at home 

And racing runs deep in my veins and I'll never shake it 

I'm tied to it just like I'm tied to the woman at home 

You might even call me a twentieth century drifter...