Small Town Bar Talk

You were raised in a little town
So everyone all around
Knew every little thing about your life
Knew all about your father's 2nd wife
And her trip to the insane asylum
Pick up the phone, start dialin, start gossipin...

Everybody knows...
Your mama left you when you were 4
Left you and your daddy to be a dirty whore
You say you admire him to this day
But you just keep emulatin her in every way

And when you get out of hearin range
Everyones got a nickel, lookin for some change
So they can give their two cents and a little pity
Talkin bout how you just got out of tent city

That you drink more than your mother
Who left your half brother... with your father
Who took full responsibility... even though it ain't his
Just cuz he's the one that knows how to raise some kids

Although its questionable if he's even gotta clue
He didn't do a very good job raisin you

And while I sit here talkin shit
I think my voice got a little too loud
Cuz I just felt someone elses spit
And I'm gettin a crowd, an angry mob
So I think I'm gonna run, like its my job