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Go down this dirt road about a half a mile You'll find an old brick church still sitting there With it's hold oak so burdened with Spanish moss That its very limbs seem to bow in prayer And there's Jesus in the air Pass the cemetery where all the young people go Cause there is no where else that they can drink Where the law won't bother them and no one will know Cause sometimes a young woman just needs to think Talk to the old black man who will make the observation That we're still grouped into the haves and have-nots Yeah, it's been a long time since integration but it seems some folks here, they forgot. It's every virtue and every vice It's a big fat Americana slice But there's space down here in this little town And I can spread my arms and spin round and round Well you don't have to be Baptist to escape hell's flames But it wouldn't hurt to have one as a friend you know We all go to bed early, don't take the Lord's name in vain But if it's good beer and food you better believe we go If you're in the mood for a scare tonight Letras de cancionesThere's a topless bar just up the interstate Otherwise I'll see you in bowling shoes Or in 3-D glasses, or on roller skates Well we are quarterbacks and homecoming queens And we are best all around and most likely to succeed And it's Friday night and the back seat's getting hot It's the hicks against the hippies in the parking lot. From Letras Mania