In My Neighborhood

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 moo-moo readin' 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 makin' paper

At the mill on Champion Lane

When Mabel Johnson goes to fryin' Rocky Mountain oysters

You can smell 'em from a mile away

You might hear the churchbells playin' 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