Zip City
Drive-by Truckers, The
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Your daddy was mad as hell
He was mad at me and you
When he tied that chain to the front of my car
And pulled me out of that Lynch that I slid into
Don't know what his problem is
Why he keeps sending me away
Don't know why I put up with his shit
When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away
Your daddy is a deacon down at Salem Church of Christ
And he makes good money as long as Reynolds Wrap
Keeps everything wrapped up tight
Your mama's as good a wife and mama as she can be
And your sister's putting that sweet stuff
On everybody in town but me
Your brother was the firstborn, got ten fingers and ten toes
And it's a damn good thing 'cause he needs all twenty
To keep the claws of poor Flo
Well, maybe it's the twenty-six mile drive
From Zip City to Calvert Heights
That keeps my mind clean
And gets me through the night
Well, maybe you're just a destination
A place for me to go
Keeps me from having to deal
With my seventeen year old mind all alone
Just keep your drawers on, girl
It ain't worth the fight
By the time you drop 'em I'll be gone
And you'll be right where they fall the rest of your life
You say you're tired of me taking you for granted
Waiting up 'til the last minute
To call you up to see what you wanna do
But you're only fifteen, girl
You ain't got no secretary
And for granted's a mighty big word
For a country girl like you
I think that's just your daddy talking
'Cause he knows that blood red carpet
At the Salem Church of Christ
Ain't gonna ever see no wedding between me and you
Zip City, it's a good thing
That they built a wall around you
Zip up to Tennessee
Or zip right down to Alabama
I got 350 heads on a 305 engine
I get ten miles to the gallon
I ain't got no good intentions