Listen: “Down Here In The County”
There’s a shopping cart at the new Wal-mart, full of kids and plastics bags
Their mama’s buying crap that they don’t need, with the money that she don’t have
Cutting life close to the bone, with a butt as big as mobile home
Screaming at her kids:
“Better leave me alone; you don’t wanna make me mad!”
Its like Fellini, but with a creamy shot of Cheez-Wizz
Yea, now that’s how it is. Down here in the county
Well the mama’s gotta man but he ain’t the dad of narin one of them kids
He comes around, they fool around, now she’s knocked up again
Runny nose, second hand clothes, picking up cans on the side of the road
Buy a lottery ticket, see how it goes. Well, you gotta play to win
It’s so Faulknarian, though less egalitarian.
Oh, but that’s how it is. Down here in the county
Well its Flannery O’Conner, minus humor and redemption
It’s Harper Lee and Tennessee, Mark Twain and pure Hank Williams
It’s the Book of Revelation, the National Enquirer
It’s all fuel for a literary fire. Down here in the County
Well, the County Commission’s all gone fishing
And the Sheriff, he’s cutting the bait
In a quick little while they all made a pile dealing in the Real Estate
Subdivide an old corn field, your brother-in-law’s in on the deal
Cook the books, cop a feel. Roll the dice and wait.
Its Reaganomics, with less-convincing histrionics
Yes now that’s how it is. Down here in the county.
God’s creation is a fast food nation with everybody’s bellyin up
We burgers, fries and thunder thighs and cellulite and such
There’s Jesus nailed up on the cross
Family values and a mullet toss
A dozen shrines to Dale Earnhardt, and a lot of talk of blood
Its kinda Kafkaesque, but with that crystal meth
That’s how weird it can get. Down here in the county
Well its Flannery O’Conner, minus humor and redemption
It’s Harper Lee and Tennessee, Mark Twain and pure Hank Williams
It’s the Book of Revelation, the National Enquirer
It’s all fuel for a literary fire. Down here in the County
Well its Flannery O’Conner, minus humor and redemption
It’s Harper Lee and Tennessee, Mark Twain and pure Hank Williams
It’s the Book of Revelation, the National Enquirer
It’s all fuel for a literary fire. Down here in the County
