(yeah yeah)   (uh huh)      Hook up the trailer to the pickup truck   And drive off through the night   Truck stop food and Chris LeDoux   Yeah it’s big show time      They come rollin’ in hell bent to win   Yeah they draw a number and wait   Say a prayer throw their hand in the air   The second they open the gate      Everything’s getting faster, faster    The whole world’s spinning faster, faster    Hear the crowd screaming faster, faster   Yeah you better hurry up, you better cinch it up   And hang on yeah      Time don’t fly when you’re on a ride   A countin’ those seconds down    It’s seems like two lap times   When you’re bucking and tossing around      But there’s a buckle waiting at the end of the night   Enough money to make the next show   And a winning day is worth the pay    Even though you’re healing slow       Everything’s getting faster, faster    The whole world’s spinning faster, faster    Hear the crowd screaming faster, faster   Yeah you better hurry up, you better cinch it up   And hang on yeah hang on       They never stop to take a breath    They just try to keep up the pace   They can’t turn down another ride   Yeah that’s the cowboy way       Everything’s getting faster, faster    The whole world’s spinning faster, faster    Hear the crowd screaming faster, faster   Yeah you better hurry up, you better cinch it up      Go faster, faster   The whole world’s spinning faster, faster   Everybody’s screaming faster, faster    Yeah you gotta hurry up, you gotta cinch it up       Hang on yeah   Go faster, faster   Ya gotta hurry up, ya gotta cinch it up    And hang on      Go faster, faster    Ya gotta hurry up, ya gotta cinch it up