They Don’t Make Anything in That Town

[Verse 1]
My Mom and dad arrived, 1975
Houses we're all so cheap, Man alive
My Dad was digging holes
My Mom drove the bus
They bought a little house
They made love

They don't make anything in that town now

[Verse 2]
I had a old Ford truck
Swung by to pick you up
Drove down your daddy's lane and we drove back up
We went to see some play
When I took you back home again
We parked in your daddy's bean field and we made out

They don't make anything in that town now

[Verse 3]
My friend Ryan drove
Full speed off the road
For him that was it
But his truck got fixed
And at the gathering
I got asked to sing
I sang, "For every mile of road
You got to make two miles a ditch"

They don't make anything in that town now

[Verse 4]
All them chained up doors
Windows made of wood
Bad as it is now, it was never that good
I was gonna drive a truck
I was gonna answer phones
I started making up songs and made it out

[Outro]
They don't make anything in that town now
They don't make anything in that town