Craig Morgan - In My Neighborhood lyrics

If you see a pickup truck with a plastic coon dog mounted on the hood If you pa** 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