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Ain't never gonna take your family back to Talladega again
They begged us please don't come back every time we been
And even if your mama marries Kyle
Yarborough they still won't let us in
They sicked the police on us, Talladega
Don't want us so watch out Watkins Glen
Granny got caught streaking on the
Infield Sunday, nobody knew what to do
They could tell she was a long time
Racing fan from her Tim Flock tattoo
And your brother stole the glasses off of
King's face, he cut off Kyle's ponytail
He led half a lap in the 43 car, did a splash and go to jail
Your sister would've won the bikini
Contest, she made all the drivers drool
But she showed up drunk into Joe Gibbs'
Garage and she threw up on the tools
And your daddy made it up to the press box
And they probably would've let him stay
But he had the audacity to ask Ned Jarrett to autograph his toupee
Ain't never gonna take your family back to Talladega again
They steal enough stuff to start a race team every time we been
And even if your sister marries Dale
Jr. they still ain't gonna let us in
They sicked the police on us, Talladega
Don't want us so watch out Watkins Glen
Throwing roofing nails in turn number
Four about the meanest thing we ever did
'Cept the time we all got to meet Brooke
Gordon and we made her babysit the kids
And your brother blew the tires off an Ado car with your cousin's .22
But coming back to a track where we
Ain't welcome's one thing we'll never do
Ain't never gonna take your family back to Talladega again
They begged us please don't come back every time we been
And even if your daddy buys out Bruton Smith and they let DW win
They sicked the police on us, Talladega
Don't want us so watch out Watkins Glen
On second thought, hell we won't get
Caught, come on let's all sneak in
It's too far to Watkins Glen