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Co-written by Marty Robbins and Kenny Rogers. On a warm summers evening, on a truck bound for Bristol, I met up with the intimidator, we were both too tired to sleep. So we took turns at staring, out the window at the asphalt. The boredom over took me, and I woke him from his sleep. He said, "Son I've made a life, out of wrecking people's races. And knowing what their cars were, by the fear they held in their eyes. So if you don't mind my sayin', I can see you run a Chevy. For a taste of your Pepsi, I'll give you some advise". So I handed him my bottle, and he drank down my last swallow. Then he whipped it at Rusty, and reminded him of that fight. And the night got deathly quiet, and his face lost all expression. Said, "If your gonna race with big boys, you gotta learn to race em' right." (chorus) You gotta know when to hit em', to get past by em'. Know where the restart is, and don't jump the gun. You never count your money, when your gettin' pictures taken. There be time enough for counting, when the victorys done. Every racer knows, that the secret to survive is, knowing when you must pit late, and learning to take heat. Cause every cars a winner, and every cars a loser, and the best that you can hope for, is to hold on to your lead. And when he finished speaking, he turned back toward the window. Moaned about Fords regulations, and faded off to sleep. And somewhere in the darkness, ole' Dale, he broke even. And in his final words I found, not a thing that I could keep. (repeat chorus x3) All I Want for Christmas is my #2 Car to Win! All I want for Christmas is my #2 Car to Win, My two front teeth, see my #2 Car to Win, Gee, if I could only have my #2 Car to Win, Then I could wish you "Merry Christmas." It seems so long since I could say, "Rusty Wallace sitting in Victory Lane!" Gosh, oh gee, how happy I'd be If I could only wane. All I want for Christmas is my #2 Car to Win, My two front teeth, see my two #2 Car to Win, Gee, if I could only have my #2 Car to Win, Then I could wish you "Merry Christmas." O Little Town of Daytona (sung to ummm O Little Town of Bethlehem!) O little town of Daytona, How still we see thee lie; Above thy deep and dreamless sleep The silent stars go by; Yet in thy dark streets shineth The everlasting light. The hopes and fears of all the years will met in thee one night. For July will bring the race, And gathered all above, a car will come to set the pace, Their watch of night racin' love. O racer's start, together Proclaim the holy birth! And praises sing to Richard the King, Daytona Lights!! NASCAR Rock's the earth! The Driver's song (Chipmunk Song) (all right you Driver's! Ready to sing your song? -I'll say we are! -Yeah! -Let's sing it now! Okay, Jarrett? -Okay! Okay, Martin? -Okay! Okay, Gordon? Gordon? GORDON! -OKAY!!!) DAYTONA, DAYTONA time is near Time for Racin' and for fan's to cheer We've been good, but we can't last Hurry DAYTONA, hurry fast Want a car that loops the loop Me, I want a hula hoop We can hardly stand the wait Please Christmas, don't be rain delayed. (Okay fellas get ready. That was very good, Jarrett. -Naturally. Very good Martin. -Ahhh. Ah, Gordon, you were a little flat, watch it. Ah, Gordon? Gordon? GORDON! -OKAY!!!) Want a car that loops the loop I still want a hula hoop We can hardly stand the wait Please Datona, don't be rain delayed. We can hardly stand the wait Please Daytona, don't be rain delayed. (Very good, boys -Lets sing it again! Yeah, lets sing it again! No, That's enough, lets not overdo it -What do you mean overdo it? -We want to sing it again! Now wait a minute, boys -Why can't we sing it again? -[driver chatter] Gordon, cut that out ..Martin, just a minute. Jarrett will you cut that out? Boys...) This was sent in from Brad!! LOL Brad thanks!!! POCONO (sung to the music of the Beach Boys "KOKOMO") ATLANTA, TALLADEGA, Ooo I WANNA TAKE YA, DAYTONA, SONOMA, COME ON PRETTY MOMMA CHARLOTTE, DOVER, WHY DON'T WE GO OVER. IN THE WINSTON CUP, THERE'S A PLACE CALLED POCONO THAT'S WHERE YOU WANT TO GO TO GET AWAY FROM IT ALL BODIES IN THE STANDS, COLD BEER MELTING IN YOUR HANDS WE'LL BE FALLING IN LOVE TO THE ROAR OF THE FANS UP IN POCONO. ATLANTA, TALLADAGA, Ooo I WANNA TAKE YA TO DAYTONA, SONOMA, COME ON PRETTY MOMMA CHARLOTTE, DOVER, WHY DON'T WE GO OVER Ooo...I WANNA TAKE YOU UP TO POCONO WE'LL GET THERE FAST THE RACE WON'T BE SLOW THATS WHERE WE WANNA GO WAY UP TO POCONO. TO MARTINSVILLE, THAT WINSTON CUP THRILL WE JUST WANT TO SEE, JEFF, DALE, AND THEIR FAMILIES BUT THE PITS IS WHERE WE WANT TO BE MORNING QUALIFYING AFTERNOON, IT'S PRACTICING. THE INTENSE LOOK IN YOUR EYE WHEN 43 CARS FLY BY WAY UP IN POCONO ATLANTA, TALLADEGA, Ooo I WANNA TAKE YA TO DAYTONA, SONOMA, COME ON PRETTY MOMMA CHARLOTTE, AND DOVER WHY DON'T WE GO OVER Ooo...I WANNA TAKE YOU UP TO POCONO WE'LL GET THERE FAST THE RACE WON'T BE SLOW THAT'S WHERE WE WANNA GO UP TO POCONO... THE "ROCK" A PLACE THAT CAN'T BE KNOCKED EVERYBODY KNOWS ABOUT A TRACK CALLED POCONO NOW IF YOU WANNA GO AND GET AWAY FROM IT ALL GO UP TO POCONO... ATLANTA, TALLADAGA, Ooo I WANNA TAKE YA TO DAYTONA, SONOMA, COME ON PRETTY MOMMA CHARLOTTE AND DOVER , WHY DON'T WE GO OVER Ooo... I WANNA TAKE YOU UP TO POCONO WE'LL GET THERE FAST AND THE TRACK WON'T BE SLOW THAT'S WHERE WE WANNA GO WAY UP TO POCONO. ATLANTA, TALLADEGA, Ooo I WANNA TAKE YA TO DAYTONA, SONOMA, COME ON PRETTY MOMMA CHARLOTTE, DOVER, WHY DON'T WE GO OVER
Ooo... I WANNA TAKE YOU UP TO POCONO
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