For Dale Earnhardt Sr.

This is for the one who could see air,
The one who passed cars like they weren't there.
This is for the one we all wished we could be,
This one goes out to the black number 3.
You were the one we thought could never die,
And now you're with God, racin' in the sky.
Dale, you were hated, loved and everything in-between,
But no one can deny you're the best we've ever seen.
We grieve for your children, you wife, and your fans,
Even tears gather for those filling the stands.
Racing continues, something we all must do,
Yet every race will be missing someone---you.
So here's to The Intimidator we fondly call Dale,
Who rattled cages and entertained us so well.
Here's to the seventy-six wins and trophies galore,
Here's to exiting by window and not by the door.
Here's to the man so many held dear,,
Who would've won number eight this year?
But God waved the calling ,Checkered you to heaven,
Where he gave you the eighth, replacing all seven.

Written by: Jenni Thompson