If you see a pick-up 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
Reading 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 church bells 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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
If you see a pick-up 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
Reading 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 church bells 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
📝 纯歌词版本
If you see a pick-up 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
Reading 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 church bells 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
🎵 LRC歌词版本
If you see a pick-up 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
Reading 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 church bells 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
We met when I was stationed at Fort Campbell.
Got married in the front yard at your dad's.
I played guitar and sang my songs down at the hatchery.
Th...
A little bit of guitar, a little bit of truck
A little bit of hound-dog an' a little bit of luck
A little bit of bacon, a little bit of beans
A little...
That alarm clock goes off early
Drive-thru a coffee in a hurry
She'll make it the world no worries
She's doing it for a little bit more
Got a payment ...
A little bit of guitar, a little bit of truck
A little bit of hound-dog an' a little bit of luck
A little bit of bacon, a little bit of beans
A little...
Storm blew a tree down in my backyard
My axe wouldn't cut it and my saw wouldn't start
Good excuse for a trip to the hardware store
To give that littl...
With skin as tough as a burlap sack
He had his second heart attack
Last summer but he's still goin'
There's a melancholy in his eyes
For all of you wh...
Craig Morgan -Look at Us
Found an old box in the bottom of the closet
'Neath the bowling ball bag full of magazines
Had a school sweater with a ring i...
A little bit of guitar; a little bit of truck.
A little bit of hound-dog an' a little bit of luck.
A little bit of bacon, a little bit of beans;
A l...