Standard (EADGBE)

-- 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 this shit when you

Don't put out and Zip City's so far a-

way.

Interlude

(Repeat Intro)

Verse 2

-- 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 keeps puttin' that sweet stuff on every-

body 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 just to

Keep the closet door

Closed.

Interlude

(Repeat Intro)

Verse 3

-- Maybe it's the twenty-six mile

Drive from Zip City to Colbert

Heights that keeps my mind clean,

Gets me through the night.

-- Or maybe you're just a desti-

nation, a place for me to go that

Keeps me from having to deal with my

Seventeen-year-old mind all a-

lone. So 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

Em *** (see INTERLUDE below)

Life

Interlude

(Repeat Intro, beat 1 is 'life' from above)

(Final "A" &-4-& is leading "you say you're" lyric below)

Verse 4

You say you're

Tired of me taking you for

Granted, Waiting up 'till 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 down at the

Salem Church of Christ ain't gonna

ever see no wedding between

Em *** (see INTERLUDE below)

me and you.

Interlude

(Repeat Intro, beats 1/2 are 'me and you' from above)

Verse 5

Zip City it's a good thing that they

Built the wall around you, Zip

Up to Tennessee then zip right

Down to Ala-bama. I got

-- 350 heads on a

-- 305 engine, I get

ten miles to the gallon, I ain't

got no good in-tentions.

--crookedpath