Talladega, Alabama, hot day in the fall
Yeah, it's pedal to the metal keep it off the wall
Darrell's passing marlin and Jeff just took the lead
He's burning up the track but look out
Here comes number three
He's moving to the inside listen to that engine howl
Just move it on over the intimidator's on the prowl
Push it down and stand on it put it on the floor
Roaring down the backstretch blowing off their doors
Eating up the asphalt and chewing up the miles
They're bringing out the checkered flag
The crowd is going wild
Carolina country boy could always find a way to win
Y'all wave bye bye
The intimidator's done it again
The man meant business when he got behind the wheel
Eye like an eagle and nerves made of steel
Speed is the bottom line and winning is the deal
(Let her whine) Let her whine
(Man he's flyin') Man he's flyin'
(Finish line) Finish line
One more time
You're burning down the straight away putting on a show
Leading by a length with only 20 laps to go
You almost got this sucker won engines running great
But don't you look in your rearview mirror here comes number eight
He's a rockin' and a rollin' and he sure knows how to shut them down
I guess it runs in the family the intimidator's back in town
Yeah, I guess it runs in the family the intimidator's back in town
Bad boy
Stand on it, son
Yeah
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