My mom and dad arrived

1975

Houses were so cheap man alive

My dad was digging holes

My momma drove the bus

They bought a little house

They made love

They don't make anything in that town now

I had a old ford truck

Swung by to pick you up

Drove down your daddy's lane

And we drove back up

We went to see some play

When I took you back home again

We parked in your daddy's bean field and we made out

They don't make anything in that town now

My friend ran drive

Full speed off a road

For him that was it

But his truck got fixed

At the gathering I got asked to sing

I sang for every mile of road you got to make two miles a ditch

They don't make anything in that town now

All them chained up doors

Windows made of wood

That was hidious now it was never that good

I was going to drive a truck

I was going to answer phones

I started making up songs and made it out

They don't make anything in that town now

They don't make anything in that town