Zip City

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