Goodbye to the American icon the number "3"

My late Father (RIP December 18, 2003) and I wrote this together in February 2001 when Dale Earnhardt Sr. passed away. Since it's going to be 6 years this next Sunday, I thought I'd post this on my blog. 'Hope you enjoy:


Bye bye to an American icon, who drove his Chevy on Sunday when racing was fun.
And good old boys drinking beer in the stands, said Earnhardt, he was their man, yeah Earnhardt, he was their man.

So bye bye to the man in black, he drove the number 3 Chevy on the race track
And good old boys drinking beer in the stands, said that Iron Head, he was their man, yeah, Iron Head, he was their man.

So bye bye to the man in black, he wore dark sunglasses and a baseball cap
Yes, I can still see him with that sneaky grin, I know how much he loves to win.
And good old boys drinking beer in the stands, said the Intimidator, he was their man, yeah, the Intimidator, he was their man.

How did he learn to drive so fast? Did you see him go around him through the grass?
And boy, I can't believe the way he made that last pass.
I know he don't like to finish last.

With seven championships in his hat, it seemed that the man would last and last.
He had been driving for Nascar for twenty some years.
The man in black never shown any fear.

And even though, he had sons who raced, they could never take his place
He was the man you either loved, or hate, this is part of what made him great

So bye bye North Carolina's favorite son, your race is over, you have did all that you could have done.
Just good old boys, having fun, racing in the sun.
They started singing bye bye to a racer's son, everybody knew he was the greatest one.

It was Daytona that he went away, February 18, we won't forget that dreadful day. The day that Nascar died.

By: Troy & T.J. Sparks (February 26, 2001)