My mom went into early labor
From a runaway front end loader
My dad wired me locked and loaded
Came here half cocked and half exploded
Born in a bed of barbecue
I was raised by the pigs of fortitude
Rusted by years of long misuse
Overhaul long overdue
It's a town brought up on textile mills
Them down home country old style feels
It's the mud pit out on 29
Bonfires with the apple pie moonshine
It's cruisin Main Street past closin time
The trucker at bills truck stop sign
Suburban
Some city
Some bourbon
Some whiskey
Some city called Lexington
Won't find no cars past nine o clock
You can spend the day on high rock
Paint your name on your high school rock
If only this town could stop the clock
Won't find our clothes out on no line
Look in the basket see what you find
Don't get cut on that silver line and
Don't try fuckin with me and mine cuz
It's a town brought up on textile mills
Them down home country old style feels
It's the mud pit out on 29
Bonfires with the apple pie moonshine
It's cruisin Main Street past closin time
The trucker at bills truck stop sign
Suburban
Some city
Some bourbon
Some whiskey
Some city called Lexington
It's a town brought up on textile mills
Them down home country old style feels
It's the mud pit out on 29
Bonfires with the apple pie moonshine
It's cruisin Main Street past closin time
The trucker at bills truck stop sign
Suburban
Some city
Some bourbon
Some whiskey
Some city called Lexington
Suburban
Some city
Some bourbon
Some whiskey
Suburban
Some city
Some bourbon
Some whiskey
Some city called Lexington
