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