CRAIG MORGAN LYRICS - In My Neighborhood

"In My Neighborhood"



If you see a pickup 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 ya'll 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 making paper at the mill on Champion Lane

When Mabel Johnson goes to frying rocky mountain oysters you can smell em' from a mile away

You might hear the church bells playing Sweet Home Alabame 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 ya'll 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 ya'll every Saturday night

But everybody treats everybody the way they should

In my neighborhood



In my neighborhood