Your daddy was mad as hell he is mad at me and you

When he tied that chain to the front of my car

Pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into

Don't know what his problem is why he keeps sending me away

Don't know why I put up with this ***

When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away Your daddy is a deacon down at the 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 puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody in town but me

Your brother was the first-born, got ten fingers and ten toes

And it's a damn good thing

'Cause he needs all twenty to keep the closet door closed Maybe it's the twenty-six mile drive

From Zip City to Colbert Heights keeps my mind clean

Gets me through the night maybe you're just a destination

A place for me to go a way to keep from having to deal

With my seventeen-year-old mind all alone Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight

By the time you drop them I'll be gone

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 till the last minute to call you up and see what you want to do

But you're only fifteen, girl, you ain't got no secretary

And 'For granted' is a mighty big word for a country girl like you I know it'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 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