Lexington

My mom went into early labor From a runaway front end loader My dad wired me locked and loaded Came here half cocked and half exploded Born in a bed of barbecue I was raised by the pigs of fortitude Rusted by years of long misuse Overhaul long overdue It's a town brought up on textile mills Them down home country old style feels It's the mud pit out on 29 Bonfires with the apple pie moonshine It's cruisin Main Street past closin time The trucker at bills truck stop sign Suburban Some city Some bourbon Some whiskey Some city called Lexington Won't find no cars past nine o clock You can spend the day on high rock Paint your name on your high school rock If only this town could stop the clock Won't find our clothes out on no line Look in the basket see what you find Don't get cut on that silver line and Don't try fuckin with me and mine cuz It's a town brought up on textile mills Them down home country old style feels It's the mud pit out on 29 Bonfires with the apple pie moonshine It's cruisin Main Street past closin time The trucker at bills truck stop sign Suburban Some city Some bourbon Some whiskey Some city called Lexington It's a town brought up on textile mills Them down home country old style feels It's the mud pit out on 29 Bonfires with the apple pie moonshine It's cruisin Main Street past closin time The trucker at bills truck stop sign Suburban Some city Some bourbon Some whiskey Some city called Lexington Suburban Some city Some bourbon Some whiskey Suburban Some city Some bourbon Some whiskey Some city called Lexington