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 turning 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 chequered 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 as we just did.
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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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Rocking rando, getting rowdy,
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Shooting Roman candles at the man in the moon,
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till 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 turning 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 chequered flag was waving,
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Sure would like to stay in, Talladega.
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Talladega
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When the winds go 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 turning 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 chequered flag was waving,
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Sure would like to stay in, Talladega.
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Talladega
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| Eric Church |
