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Well, Leadfoot, Leadfoot, racing from the sun Got a 502 in an old Chevelle, he's letting them ponies run Now Leadfoot, Leadfoot, carrying a heavy load Now don't you step out in the way, when he's racing down the road Well, I heard old Leadfoot coming from a mile and a half away I stepped out on the street there and here's what I had to say I said, "Hey now, hey now, slow that old thing down This city ain't your highway, and you're tearing up my town" Now Leadfoot, Leadfoot, racing from the sun Got a 502 in an old Chevelle, he's letting them ponies run Well, late last night I heard the crash from up by Yeoman's Hill It was the feeling I had it all along I knew he'd finally killed himself in that old car And I ran down to see the risin' flame Just then I realized I never even knew his name Just called him Leadfoot, Leadfoot, racing from the sun Had a 502 in an old Chevelle, he was letting them ponies run From Letras Mania