Lyrics
The ad said, "Daredevil Contest at Possum Hollow"
Daryl just knew it was his time and glory would follow
With cutoff jeans and a shirt saying "No Fear"
His dirt bike wheezing like a dying deer
He headed to the arena, knowing the stakes
Planning to make history, whatever it takes."
Monster trucks roared like hell in the night
The crowd stands up, chanting his name
He hit the throttle, the crowd yelling his name
And then he vanished in the flames
Daryl flew like a southern angel
Through the smoke and rebel cheers
He might not survive, but damn he tried
Fueled by cheap beer and nothing to fear
He ain't no hero, ain't no champ
But he's the name they still recall
The fool who flew at Possum Hollow
And damn near won it all
They found Daryl tangle up, disheveled
Covered in grease and grinning like the devil
Now every year they raise a toast
To the man who aimed too high
And the dirt bike saint of Possum Hollow
Who taught us how to fly
Daryl flew like a southern angel
Through the smoke and rebel cheers
He might not survive but damn he tried
Fueled by cheap beer and nothing to fear
He ain't no hero, ain't no champ
But he's the name they still recall
The fool who flew at Possum Hollow
And damn near won it all