Raisin' babies
Raisin' hell
High on Jesus
Hooked on pills
Red dirt poor
Redneck rich
House on a hill or a trailer hitch
Prayin' farmers
Strayin' preachers
Whiskey bottles
'Neath the bleachers
Ain't no secret
This here town
It ain't much to write home about
We got bars
We got steeples
Keep 'em slammed with damn good people
Got your lifers
Got your leavers
Plenty of stuck here in between'ers
Yeah these backwoods might get backwards
Our straight and narrow need straightenin' out
But I wrote my story in a town
That ain't much to write home about
Days of glory
Fields of gold
Bet the farm
The farm got sold
Same old song
Broken needle
Hear no, see no, speak no evil
We got bars
We got steeples
Keep 'em slammed with damn good people
Got your lifers
Got your leavers
Plenty of stuck here in between'ers
Yeah these backwoods might get backwards
Our straight and narrow need straightenin' out
But I wrote my story in a town
That ain't much to write home about
Got our angels
Got our demons
Keep our roots here
Got our reasons
We got bars
We got steeples
Keep 'em slammed with good damn people
Got your lifers
Got your leavers
Your this here's sacred ground believers
We got bars
We got steeples
Keep 'em slammed with damn good people
Got your lifers
Got your leavers
Plenty of stuck here in between'ers
Yeah these backwoods might get backwards
Our straight and narrow needs some straightenin' out
But I wrote my story in a town
That ain't much to write home about
