Your daddy was mad as hell,
he's mad at me and you when he tied that chain to the front
of my car and pulled me out of that ditch of the smithy.
Don't know what his problem is,
why he keeps sending me away.
Don't know why I put up with his * when
you don't put out in Zip City so far away.
Daddy is a deacon down at the Salem Church of Christ,
and he makes good money as long as Reynolds
Rout keeps everything wrapped up tight.
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.
Brother was the first one 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 a twenty-six mile drive from Zip City to Carver Heights,
keeps my mind clean,
gets me through the night.
Maybe you're just a destination,
not a place for me to go,
keeps
me from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind all alone.
So keep your drawers on, girl,
it ain't worth the fight.
By the time you drop them,
I'll be gone and you'll be right
where they fall the rest of your life.
Well,
you say I'm tired of me taking you for granted,
waiting up till the last minute,
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's a mighty big word for a country girl like you.
I bet 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,
no.
Zip City,
it's a good thing that they built the wall around you.
Zip up to Tennessee or zip right down to Alabama.
I got three fifty hits on a
305 engine, I get ten miles to the gallon,
I ain't got no good intention.