In My Neighborhood - Craig Morgan

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