The Car Was The One - Mark Knopfler

In summer '63 I was staying alive
Hanging at the races, hoping to drive
When they were done with the weekend and loading the cars
I couldn't get a pass so I went to the bar

I'm up in the corner nursing a beer
Who should come laughing and joking in here
But Bobby Borwn, the winer of the sports car race
With some friends and a girl, man, she lit up the place

Bobby was a wild boy - one summer
He knocked down a motel wall with a hammer
He'd do anything - one night for a bet
He raced through the cornfields in a Corvette

I thought it's got to be a thrill to be like that
With the beautiful girl and be king of the track
But the truth is when all was said and done
It was his Cobra I wanted - the car was the one
It was his Cobra I wanted - the car was the one
The car was the one - the car was the one