Luke Combs – Daytona 499 Lyrics

There we were, comin’ round the bend, one lap away
From checkers in the wind, turn one, turn two, turn three
They never saw nothin’ like you and me
Down on the inside, leadin’ to pack your hand on my knee

My foot on the gas, makin’ moves up
was rootin’ for us, we coulda earned hard
that victory lane
on the hood with good wrench

good coulda been out
Instead of out that line
But were Daytona,
had a lead, it runnin’ good

whole grandstand thinkin’ the home
we were gone
back we fast, plenty of
Not the part most

were so **** we hard
three down in victory lane
the with that
good we coulda been burnin’

that
Daytona,
we been hard
like 98

hood with that good wrench
Wastin’ good coulda been burnin’
Instead that finish line
But we Daytona,