If you see a pick-up 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, y'all, 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 makin' paper at the mill on Champion lane When Mabel Johnson goes to fryin' rocky mountain oysters You can smell 'em from a mile away You might hear the church bells playin' Sweet Home Alabama '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, y'all, 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, y'all, every Saturday night But everybody treats everybody the way they should In my neighborhood, in my neighborhood © BLACK IN THE SADDLE SONGS; SONY/ATV SONGS D/B/A TREE PUBG CO; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com