[Verse]
Me and my brother-in-law J.D. drove to Bristol, Tennessee
To watch that Goody's race beneath the lights
Sky was dark and it looked like rain left over from that hurricane
J.D. said, "We might get wet tonight"
Now, old J.D., he's a real nice man, even though he's a Rusty Wallace fan
And won't drink nothing but Miller Genuine Draft
And he said, "Number 2's going all the way, you won't beat Rusty, not today
He's the short track king" and I just had to laugh
'cause I'm an Earnhardt man, you see, I live and die by number 3
Any fool knows you always bet on black
So me and J.D. argued some, I say he's crazy and he says I'm dumb
But like Rusty and Dale, we always take it back
Mother Nature give us the shaft, we sat in the rain for an hour and a half
'cause it was just too doggone wet to race
And when they dried the track and they dropped the flag, me and J.D. was about half in the bag
And he was hollering, "Rusty!", getting all in my face
Along about lap 32, car 3 caught up with number 2
And they touched and Rusty went up in the wall
J.D. hollered, "There, now see that no good cheating S.O.B
I hate his guts, I can't believe his gall"
I said, "That's just racing, he got tagged" and the man in black got black-flagged
They stuck him at the tail end of the pack
J.D. said, "Now, what you gonna do? Just sit back and watch number 2"
I said, "We're down, but we're coming back"
Sure enough, ol' Ironhead come through the pack like a needle and thread
Though he might've bumped a few along the way
Meanwhile, Rusty's effort came to nil, he got tangled up with Awesome Bill
46 laps down, wasn't much to say
Terry Labonte was in the lead when that 3 car poured on a burst of speed
And knocked him in the wall at the checkered flag
Terry come up smiling, just the same, said, "No hard feelings," down in victory lane
It was just another game of NASCAR tag
All of a sudden, a minute later, Rusty walks up to the Intimidator
Said, "Darlington's next week, I'll see you there"
He looked about as mad as Schwarzenegger and said, "I ain't forgot about Talladega"
And throwed his water bottle through the air
You could see it there in Rusty's face, the boy had had him a real tough race
And that explains his anger, I suppose
Yeah, he got so mad that it was scary, but I don't think it was necessary
To bounce a bottle off of Earnhardt's nose
Me and J.D. looked down in the pits, J.D. said, "That's what he gets!
Go on, Rusty! Break him right in half!"
And I said, "J.D., you must be bent, that thing was all an accident"
And he hit me in the head with his Miller Genuine Draft
Well, I turned around and looked at him, he looked back and I looked back
And we just stood there, looking at one another
I felt my face getting red and then I went upside his head
And said a few choice words about his mother
We was wailing on each other hard when this big ol' fat security guard
Come whacked us both with this big ol' wooden club
He put an end to our debate, throwed us both out through the back gate
Said, "Don't you all never come back in here, bub!"
Well, Rusty and Dale was longtime friends and I reckon that they'll both make amends
And do the right thing if you give 'em half a chance
'cause ol' Earnhardt's a real tough mother, but him and Rusty like one another
And besides, they're both scared of ol' Bill France
And me and J.D., we's friends again and this weekend, we're gonna take a spin
Down to Darlington to watch 'em go real fast
Yeah, my brother-in-law's still my best friend, but if he ever hits me with a bottle again
I swear I'm gonna kick his ever-loving ass