Outfit - Drive-By Truckers

You want to grow up to paint houses like me

A trailer in my yard till you’re twenty-three

You want to feel old after forty-two years

Keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears

Well, I used to go out in a Mustang

A 302 Mach One in green

Me and your momma made you in the back

And I sold it to buy her a ring

And I learned not to say much of nothing

So I figured you already know

But in case you don’t or maybe forgot

I’ll lay it out real nice and slow

Don’t call what you’re wearing an outfit

Don’t ever say your car is broke

Don’t worry about losing your accent

A Southern man tells better jokes

Have fun, but stay clear of the needle

Call home on your sister’s birthday

Don’t tell 'em you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away

Don’t give it away

Five years in a St. Florian foundry,

They call it Industrial Park

Then hospital maintenance and Tech School

Just to memorize Frigidaire parts

But I got to missing your momma

And I got to missing you too

And I went back to painting for my old man

And I guess that’s what I’ll always do

So don’t let 'em take who you are, boy

And don’t try to be who you ain’t

And don’t let me catch you in Kendale

With a bucket of wealthy-man's paint

Don’t call what you’re wearing an outfit

Don’t ever say your car is broke

Don’t sing with a fake British accent

Don’t act like your family’s a joke

Have fun, but stay clear of the needle

Call home on your sister’s birthday

Don’t tell them you’re bigger than Jesus, don’t give it away

Don’t give it away