In My Neighborhood by Craig Morgan

If you see a pickup 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 moomoo
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 making paper at the mill on Champion Lane
When Mabel Johnson goes to frying rocky mountain oysters
You can smell em' from a mile away

You might hear the church bells playing
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

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