After two thousand came two thousand and one
To be the new champions we were there
For to run
From springtime in Arizona 'til the fall in
Monterey
And the raceways were the battlefields
And we fought 'em all the way
Was at Phoenix in the morning I had a
Wake-up call
She went around without a warning put
Me in the wal l
I drove Long Beach, California with three
Cracked verebrae
And we went to Indianapolis, Indiana in
May
Well the Brickyard's there to crucify
Anyone who will not learn
I climbed a mountain to qualify I went
Flat through the turns
But I was down in the might-have-beens
And an old pal good as died
And I sat down in Gasoline Alley and I
Cried
Well we were in at the kill again on the
Milwaukee Mile
And in June up in Michigan we were
Robbed at Belle Isle
Then it was on to Portland, Oregon for
The G. I. Joe
And I'd blown off almost everyone when
My motor let go
New England, Ontario we died in the dirt
Those walls from mid-Ohio to Toronto
They hurt
So we came to Road America where we
Burned up at the lake
But at the speedway at Nazareth I made
No mistake
Writer(s): Mark Knopfler
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