If you see a pickup truck with a plastic coon dog mounted on the hood
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If you pass a trailer with a concrete donkey in the yard and tires up on the roof
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And if you see a woman in a moo-moo reading Tarot cards and palms down by the road
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That's how you know, that's how you know, you're in my neighborhood
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In my neighborhood there's nothing ordinary bout the regular folk
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In my neighborhood we make our own wine outta berries we grow
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A word to the wise when they turn out the lights it's a free for all ya'll every Saturday night
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But everybody treats everybody the way they should
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In my neighborhood
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When the wind is just right you can tell they're making paper at the mill on Champion Lane
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When Mabel Johnson goes to frying rocky mountain oysters you can smell em' from a mile away
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You might hear the church bells playing Sweet Home Alabame cause the preacher loves rock and roll
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That's how you know, that's how you know, you're in my neighborhood
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In my neighborhood there's nothing ordinary bout the regular folk
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In my neighborhood we make our own wine outta berries we grow
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A word to the wise when they turn out the lights it's a free for all ya'll every Saturday night
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But everybody treats everybody the way they should
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In my neighborhood
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In my neighborhood there's nothing ordinary bout the regular folk
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In my neighborhood we make our own wine outta berries we grow
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A word to the wise when they turn out the lights it's a free for all ya'll every Saturday night
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But everybody treats everybody the way they should
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In my neighborhood
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In my neighborhood
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In My Neighborhood
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Craig Morgan |