Your Daddy was mad as hell

He was mad at me and you

As 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 dragging you 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
twenty to keep the closet door closed

Maybe it's the twenty-six 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

A way to keep from having to deal with my
seventeen-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

Waiting' up till the last minute to call you up
and see what you want to do

Well you're only fifteen, girl, you ain't got no
secretary

And for granted is a mighty big word for a
country girl like you

You know it'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 back 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