Drafting Behind That Black Number 3

Drafting With That Black Number Three


How did I win at Daytona?
That’s easy to see.
It’s really quite simple.
I was drafting with that black number three.

You took me under your wing.
Taught me everything you knew.
Have a lead foot.
And a lightning fast pit crew.

It was never very easy.
I earned everything I got.
But, if it hadn’t been for you,
I would never have had a shot.

You stuck me in a car.
Put me behind the wheel.
So that I could learn how to command,
Two thousand pounds of steel.

While racing in Busch
You stood by my side
After two title wins
You put me in a Winston Cup Ride

You gave me your daddy’s number eight
Put Budweiser on my car
You never had a doubt
I had the talent to go far

You believed in Mikey
When no one else would
He had the ability to win races
Only you knew he could

Then came Black Sunday
When everyone cried
The man in black was gone
“Dale Earnhardt has died”

I went back to Daytona.
Months after you did pass.
To honor you after my win,
I turned donuts in the infield grass

You were there that night
With that sly evil grin
Millions of people knew
Who helped me get that win.

This Sunday was no different.
Changes were abound.
The name “Winston” was gone.
But you were still around.

With the laps running down.
In the great American race.
I knew for sure that Tony Stewart
Would have to settle for second place.

I was running with you dad.
You know that it’s true.
Even though I took the checkered flag
This Bud was for you.

For no matter how fast Tony was running,
It wasn’t fate but destiny.
I was the only one there
Drafting with that black number three.