Zip City Lyrics - Southern Rock Opera - Drive By Truckers

Your Daddy was mad as hell 

He was mad at me and you 

As he tied that chain to the front of my car 

And pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into 

Don't know what his problem is 

Why he keeps dragging you away 

Don't know why I put up with this shit 

When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away 

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's puttin' that sweet stuff on everybody 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 to keep the closet door closed 

Maybe it's the twenty-six mile drive from Zip City to Colbert Heights 

Keeps my mind clean 

Gets me through the night 

Maybe you're just a destination, a place for me to go 

A way to keep from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind all alone 

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 life 

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 

Well 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 

You know it's just your Daddy talking 

Cause He knows that blood red carpet at the Salem Church of Christ 

Ain't gonna ever see no wedding between me and you