Go down this dirt road about a half a mile Youll find that old brick church still standing there With its holy oaks so burdened with Spanish moss That its very limbs seem to bow in prayer And theres 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 wont bother them and no ne will know Cause sometimes a young woman just needs to think Talk to the old black men who will make the observation That were still grouped into the haves and havenots Yeah, its been a long time since integration but It seems some folks here they forgot chorus Its every virtue and every vice Its a big fat Americana slice But theres space down here in this little town And I can spread my arms and spin round and round Well you dont have to be Baptist to escape hells flames But it wouldnt hurt to have one as a friend you know We all go to bed early, dont take the Lords name in vain But if its good beer and food you better believe we go You might also likeIf youre in the mood for a scare tonight Theres a topless bar just up the interstate Otherwise Ill see you in bowling shoes Or in 3D glasses or on roller skates Well we are quarterbacks and homecoming queens And we are best all around and most likely to succeed And its Friday night and the back seats getting hot Its the hicks against the hippies in the parking lot
grouped, integration, americana, 3d, havenots