| It was the summer before the real world started and,
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| The deal was we would get to go, if we
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| Cleaned it up, and got it running,
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| Daddy’s old Winnebago.
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| Wing and a prayer down 65,
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| Five best friends on four bald tires,
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| I can still see Billy smiling
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| When we finally made it.
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| To Talladega, boys raise the
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| Whiskey in your glass, here’s to turn it up,
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| Slowing down and cars that go real fast,
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| We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing,
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| And thinking as that checkered flag was waving,
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| Sure would like to stay in, Talladega.
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| Like a stone, time rolls on,
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| You can’t hit pause, that’s just the deal,
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| Most days in life don’t stand out,
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| But life’s about those days that will, like,
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| Rockin' Randall, gettin' rowdy,
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| Shooting roman candles at the man in the moon,
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| 'Til the Alabama sun was breaking
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| Over Talladega, boys raise the
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| Whiskey in your glass, here’s to turn it up,
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| Slowing down and cars that go real fast,
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| We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing,
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| And thinking as that checkered flag was waving,
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| Sure would like to stay in, Talladega.
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| When the winds grow cold and it blows October,
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| I think about us shoulder to shoulder,
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| Like those cars, my thoughts roll over and over and over,
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| In my mind
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| Tonight I’m in Talladega, boys raise the
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| Whiskey in your glass, here’s to turn it up,
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| Slowing down and cars that go real fast,
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| We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing,
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| And thinking as that checkered flag was waving,
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| Sure would like to stay in, Talladega. |