More songs by Luke Combs
Description
Lyricist, Lead Vocalist, Associated Performer, Composer, Producer: Luke Combs
Percussion, Drums: Jerry Roe
Bass: Matt Maxwell
Electric Guitar: Rob McNelley
Pedal Steel Guitar: Bobby Terry
Acoustic Guitar: Todd Lombardo
Piano, Organ: Gordon Mote
Background Vocal, Producer: Jonathan Singleton
Mixing Engineer, Digital Editor, Background Vocal, Additional Engineer, Producer: Chip Matthews
Lyricist, Composer: Erik Dylan
Composer, Lyricist: Wyatt McCubbin
Lyricist, Composer: Drew Parker
Recording Engineer, Digital Editor: Steve Blackmon
Assistant Recording Engineer: Chris VanOverberghe
Digital Editor: Michael Proctor
Mastering Engineer: Benny Quinn
Production Manager: Scott Johnson
Production Manager: Rose Hutcheson
A& R Director: Taylor Lindsey
A& R Director: John Johnson
Lyrics and translation
Original
There we were, comin' 'round the bend
One lap away from checkers in the wind
Turn one, turn two, two three
They never saw nothin' like you and me
Down on the inside, leadin' the pack
Your hand on my knee, my foot on the gas
Makin' moves upfront, everybody was rootin' for us
We could've been Earnhardt in that three car
Down in victory lane
Standin' on the hood with that Goodwrench
Wastin' good champagne
We could've been burnin' up 'stead of burnin' out
Before that finish line
But we were Daytona 499
We had a hell of a lead, had it runnin' good
The whole grandstand was thinkin' we would
Take the whole thing home
Yeah, girl, we were good as gone
Lookin' back now, we were movin' too fast
Had plenty good tires, not enough gas
The part that hurts the most
Is, girl, we were so damn close
We could've been Earnhardt in that three car
Down in victory lane
Standin' on the hood with that Goodwrench
Wastin' good champagne
We could've been burnin' up 'stead of burnin' out
Before that finish line
But we were Daytona 499
Yeah, we could've been Earnhardt in that three car
Just like '98
Standin' on the hood with that Goodwrench
Wastin' good champagne
We could've been burnin' up 'stead of burnin' out
Before that finish line
But we were Daytona 499