Craig Morgan In My Neighborhood Lyrics

In My Neighborhood Lyrics

-If you see a pickup 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 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