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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