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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Earl Hicks
Earl Hicks
Performer
Patterson Hood
Patterson Hood
Guitar
Mike Cooley
Mike Cooley
Guitar
Rob Malone
Rob Malone
Performer
Brad Morgan
Brad Morgan
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Earl Hicks
Earl Hicks
Composer
Patterson Hood
Patterson Hood
Songwriter
Mike Cooley
Mike Cooley
Songwriter
Rob Malone
Rob Malone
Composer
Brad Morgan
Brad Morgan
Lyrics
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Drive-By Truckers
Drive-By Truckers
Producer
Dick Cooper
Dick Cooper
Engineer
Earl Hicks
Earl Hicks
Engineer
David Barbe
David Barbe
Producer
Rodney Mills
Rodney Mills
Mastering Engineer
Lilla Hood
Lilla Hood
Graphic Design
Wes Freed
Wes Freed
Graphic Design
Felicia Graham
Felicia Graham
Photography

Lyrics

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 we slid into Don't know what his problem is Why he keeps sending me away? Don't know why I put up with this 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 20 to keep the closet door closed Maybe it's the 26 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 Keeps me from having to deal with my 17 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 Waitin' up 'til the last minute to call you up and see what you want to do But you're only 15, girl, you ain't got no secretary And "for granted" is a mighty big word for a country girl like you I bet that'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 then 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
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