Virginia Avenue

There's a place where I come from that's a little out of view There's a Sunday matinee on Virginia Avenue Mrs. Williams and Mrs. Bean talking in their front yard Will that father-son auto shop ever get that car to start Down the street you can hear those Dogs barking at the back-firing trucks Nobody ever says anything we just wait for them to give up There's a place where I come from that's a little out of view There's a Sunday matinee on Virginia Avenue Jacob Jones won't leave me alone he wants to take the bikes into town He gets quiet when he hears me say 'hey we better turn around' See that house just across the way, it's for rent again It's been past from the poor white trash down to the Mexicans There's a place where I come from that's a little out of view There's a Sunday matinee on Virginia Avenue Summertime came and went down at the old folks home Saying goodbye gets you a cry then you leave them all alone My momma still talks too much and my daddy's the youngest son He was never quite satisfied and she was born to run There's a place where I come from that's a little out of view There's a Sunday matinee on Virginia Avenue