Your Daddy was mad as hell
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He was mad at me and you
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When he tied that chain to the front of my car and pulled me out of that ditch that I slid into
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Don't know what his problem is
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Why he keeps sending me away
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Don't know why I put up with his shit
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When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away
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Your Daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church of Christ
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And he makes good money as long as Reynolds Wrap keeps everything wrapped up tight
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Your Mama's as good a wife and Mama as she can be
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And your sister's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me
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Your brother was the first-born, got ten fingers and ten toes
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And it's a damn good thing cause he needs all twenty to keep the closet door closed
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Maybe it's the twenty-six mile drive from Zip City to Colbert Heights
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Keeps my mind clean
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Gets me through the night
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Maybe you're just a destination, a place for me to go
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A way to keep from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind all alone
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Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight
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By the time you drop them I'll be gone
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And you'll be right where they fall the rest of your life
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You say you're tired of me taking you for granted
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Waiting up till the last minute to call you up and see what you want to do
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Well you're only fifteen, girl, you ain't got no secretary
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And "for granted" is a mighty big word for a country girl like you
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I think it's just your Daddy talking
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Cause he knows that blood red carpet at the Salem Church of Christ
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Ain't gonna ever see no wedding between me and you
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Zip City it's a good thing that they built a wall around you
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Zip up to Tennessee or zip right down to Alabama
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I got 350 heads on a 305 engine
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I get ten miles to the gallon
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I ain't got no good intentions
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Zip City
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| Drive-By Truckers |
