Don't leave this world to me Well you drove off in the summer rain I waved to you like a sleeping dream Told me to stay callous if someone bothered me "The Eiffel Tower, the marching band But I'm sure you wouldn't understand" I just hope you don't stay

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) It was the summer