14 kids in an old church van.
With a light in their eyes
And some tracts in their hands.
60 mph seems way too slow
When you got the chevy pointed
Down to mexico.
We all want to run
The race to win.
Never giving up or giving in.
Coming at you like a blitz.
They've had three flats
And their radiators leaking.
Ain't nothing gonna keep'em
From the prize that they're seeking.
They're riding all together
And it's in god's hand.
They'er jamming at the show
And everybody's freakin'
Ain't nothing gonna keep'em
From the prize that they're seeking.
They don't get around like ordinary fans.
14 kids in an old church van.
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