Drive-By Truckers - Outfit lyrics

You want to grow up to paint houses like me A trailer in my yard till you're twenty three You want to be 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 Mama 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, 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 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 Mama 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