Passing thought of speed and youth

It was early September 1965
I dropped down in first gear
Made those ponies come alive
Red line at 5000 let that clutch fly
Exploded off the line turned
The quarter 8.95 lost in the cornfield
Barely made it out alive
No scatter shield, parts every where
Both legs and feet intact
Burned every bit of hair off my ass
No street rod finals just walked away
Liquid nitro wasted on this play
Heard a lot laughter
Left 20 grand burning in the hay

Fit and tied for summer, new plan
If it don’t go, show it, save the 20 grand