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I was born in the country on an old farm road |
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Worked hard for a livin' but |
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I still stayed broke |
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Everything |
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I had was either borrowed or loaned |
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Except my mobile home |
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I started pickin' and a grinnin' and a drawin' a crowd |
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Saved up my nickels and |
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I turned it around |
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Hitched up the trailer and my chickens and cows |
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Moved right into town |
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There goes the neighborhood |
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Trashin' it up just like you knew we would |
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You throw a hillbilly log into the |
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HollywoodAnd there goes the neighborhood |
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I couldn't wait to start unpackin' my stuff |
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Pulled out the pink flamingos and |
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I put 'em in front |
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Cranked up the stereo in my old truck |
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Iced down a case of |
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BudCalled |
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Uncle Vernon said, "Come cut the grass" |
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He showed up on his mower with a half empty flask |
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You ought to see the people slowin' down when they pass |
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Sayin', "Man, would you look at that?" |
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There goes the neighborhood |
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Trashin' it up just like you knew we would |
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You throw a hillbilly log into the |
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HollywoodAnd there goes the neighborhood |
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They got Poodles and pools and lawn mowers |
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I got Pitt |
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Bulls and pistols and ponds |
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Yeah, they're playing possum |
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While I'm living high on the |
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HogThere goes the neighborhood |
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Trashin' it up just like you knew we would |
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You throw a hillbilly log into the |
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HollywoodAnd there goes the neighborhood |
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You throw a hillbilly log into the |
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HollywoodThere goes the neighborhood |
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Y'all come back now, ya hear? |
