Out on Highway 64 Sat a Mustang and a GTO They were revvin' engines and talkin' trash They'd run for titles, they'd run for cash
All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line
There'd be no backin' out of this They were 'bout to see who was the best They were on the mark and set to go Ready to rock and a-ready to roll
All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line
Well, the engines screamed and the rubber burned As the Mustang hit its fourth turn And the GTO was a-closin' fast You could see the smoke, you could smell the gas
All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line
I never knew who won the race They disappeared without a trace Every time I drive that stretch of road I feel a chill runnin' through my bones
All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line All the way, all the way to that Hardin County line