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Welcome to Fist City
Chapel Hart
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You should've listened to Miss Loretta
'Cause she sang it loud and clear
To devise a plan to take someone else's man
Well, that ain't gonna work around here
You should've learned to be a lady
And your mama should've taught you to listen
'Cause snoopin' your nose around another woman's home
Has earned you a trip to Fist City
So welcome to Fist City
There's some rules we gotta lay down
I am the sheriff, and I am the mayor
And I am the judge in this town
We tried to cut you loose, little lady
But Loretta didn't find your pity
So hold on to your wig and hold on to britches
And welcome to Fist City
Both hands slammed down on the table
Don't you dare try and say anythin'
You thought a fake last name at that old Super Eight
Would help you get away, but it didn't
We've got eyes all over this town
You'd never know who's on the board or committee
You can do it our way or have a long, extended stay
Here in old Fist City
So welcome to Fist City
There's some rules we gotta lay down
I am the sheriff, and I am the mayor
And I am the judge in this town
We tried to cut you loose, little lady
But Loretta didn't find your pity
So hold on to your wig and hold on to britches
And welcome to Fist City (yeah, come on)
(Bring it down)
There's a few things I couldn't figure
There's somethin' that I can't understand
With your eyes of emerald green and your long auburn hair
Why couldn't you find your own southern man?
Next time, you try to find you a cowboy
Between Butcher Holler and South Mississippi
You better mind your Ps and Qs and do whatever you can
To never come back to Fist City
So welcome to Fist City
There's some rules we gotta lay down
I am the sheriff, and I am the mayor
And I am the judge in this town
We tried to cut you loose, little lady
But Loretta didn't find your pity
So hold on to your wig and hold on to britches
And welcome to Fist City
Oh, welcome
Welcome to Fist City
Whoo