Drive-By Truckers - Zip City lyrics
[Drive-By Truckers - Zip City lyrics]
Your Daddy was mad as hell
He was mad at me and you
When he tied that chain to the
Front of my car and
Pulled me out of that ditch that I slid into
Don't know what his problem is
Why he keeps sending me away
Don't know why I put up with his 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
Keeps me 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 'til the last minute to call you
Up and see what you want to do
But, 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
I think that'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 or zip
Right 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
He was mad at me and you
When he tied that chain to the
Front of my car and
Pulled me out of that ditch that I slid into
Don't know what his problem is
Why he keeps sending me away
Don't know why I put up with his 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
Keeps me 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 'til the last minute to call you
Up and see what you want to do
But, 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
I think that'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 or zip
Right 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