Zip City - Drive-By Truckers

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