Small Town Saturday Night

Parker's making more money than he did at the mill Since he got himself a girl with a script for pills My, my, he's got the goods tonight Mama always said he was a no good kid Now she calls him up when she needs her fix My, my, she's waitin' on him to stop by Fake nails flickin' on an ashtray Keepin' three-quarter time Nowhere to be Now it's payday So she's gonna get real high It's a small town Saturday night Another small town Saturday night Mary-Anne phones up Pastor Rick Every time her husband goes on a business trip Hey, hey, he's teachin' her how to pray Come mornin' he'll be preachin' that the devil don't rest While Mary-Anne sits in her Sunday best Hey, hey, thank God it ain't judgement day Fake nails on the Holy Bible He pulls in the drive She puts it down, pours a double Then they close the blinds It's a small town Saturday night Another small town Saturday night Coca-cola, whiskey neat Percocet, methamphetamine Overdrinkin', overeatin' Two-timin', lyin', stealin', cheatin' Call it sin, call it crime But we're just tryna kill some time On a small town Saturday night Another small town Saturday night It's a small town Saturday night Call it wrong but don't it feel right Oh, the small town Saturday night Another small town Saturday night (Small town Saturday night) Oh my, my, my (another small town Saturday night) My, my, my (small town Saturday night) My, my, my (another small town Saturday night)