If you see a pick-up 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, y'all, 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 makin' paper at the mill on
Champion lane
When Mabel
Johnson goes to fryin' rocky mountain oysters
You can smell 'em from a mile away
You might hear the church bells playin'
Sweet Home
Alabama'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, y'all, 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, y'all, every
Saturday night
But everybody treats everybody the way they should
In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood
🎵 LRC歌词版本
If you see a pick-up 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, y'all, 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 makin' paper at the mill on
Champion lane
When Mabel
Johnson goes to fryin' rocky mountain oysters
You can smell 'em from a mile away
You might hear the church bells playin'
Sweet Home
Alabama'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, y'all, 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, y'all, every
Saturday night
But everybody treats everybody the way they should
In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood
📝 纯歌词版本
If you see a pick-up 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, y'all, 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 makin' paper at the mill on
Champion lane
When Mabel
Johnson goes to fryin' rocky mountain oysters
You can smell 'em from a mile away
You might hear the church bells playin'
Sweet Home
Alabama'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, y'all, 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, y'all, every
Saturday night
But everybody treats everybody the way they should
In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood
🎵 LRC歌词版本
If you see a pick-up 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, y'all, 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 makin' paper at the mill on
Champion lane
When Mabel
Johnson goes to fryin' rocky mountain oysters
You can smell 'em from a mile away
You might hear the church bells playin'
Sweet Home
Alabama'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, y'all, 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, y'all, every
Saturday night
But everybody treats everybody the way they should
In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood
There's been times
I've let my faith run thin
Not been the man
I should have been
After all the trouble
I've been in
I'da gave up on me
I've lived har...
A little bit of guitar; a little bit of truck.
A little bit of hound-dog an' a little bit of luck.
A little bit of bacon, a little bit of beans;
A l...
A little bit of guitar, a little bit of truck
A little bit of hound-dog an' a little bit of luck
A little bit of bacon, a little bit of beans
A little...
Craig Morgan -Look at Us
Found an old box in the bottom of the closet
'Neath the bowling ball bag full of magazines
Had a school sweater with a ring i...
That secondhand junkyard heap
Was freedom with two bucket seats
With two grand on the windshield in shoe polish
I had a stash of summer cash
From clea...
With skin as tough as a burlap sack
He had his second heart attack
Last summer but he's still goin'
There's a melancholy in his eyes
For all of you wh...
Out here on the backside of that city limit sign where the world turns two lanes
Water tower, power lines, swimming holes rusty old RC cola sign
And c...
Hey, I got pains inside of me
I say I'm fine cause I know they see me strong
Behind my eyes, inside my soul
Feels like I'm digging a deeper hole
But I...
A little bit of guitar, a little bit of truck
A little bit of hound-dog an' a little bit of luck
A little bit of bacon, a little bit of beans
A little...