It was the summer before the real world started, and
the deal was we would get to go if we
cleaned it up, and got it running,
Daddy's old Winnebago, and
wing and a prayer down Sixty-five,
five best friends on four bald tires.
I can still see Billy smiling when we finally made it...
to Talladega,
boys raised up,
whiskey in your glass.
Here's to turning up, and slowing down,
and cars that go real fast.
We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing,
and thinking as that checkered flag was waving,
sure would like to stay in
Talladega.
Like a stone, time rolls on,
you can't hit pause as we just did.
Most days in life don't stand out,
but life's about those days that will, like
rocking rando, getting rowdy,
shooting roman candles at the man in the moon,
till the Alabama sun was breaking...
over Talladega,
boys raised up,
whiskey in your glass.
Here's to turning up, and slowing down,
and cars that go real fast.
We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing,
and thinking as that checkered flag was waving,
sure would like to stay in
Talladega...
Talladega...
When the winds go cold and it blows October,
I think about us shoulder to shoulder,
like those cars, my thoughts roll over and over and over,
in my mind.
Tonight I'm in Talladega,
boys raised up,
whiskey in your glass.
Here's to turning up, slowing down,
and cars that go real fast.
We were laughing and living, drinking and wishing,
and thinking as that checkered flag was waving,
sure would like to stay in
Talladega...
Talladega...
Talladega...
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