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
Wing and a prayer down 65,
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,
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