Gretchen Wilson

I was born in the country on an old farm road
Worked hard for a livin' but i stilled stayed broke
Everything i had was either borrowed or loaned
Except my mobile home
I started pickin' and a-grinnin' and a-drawin' a crowd
Saved up my nickels and i turned it around
Hitched up my trailer and my chickens and cows
And moved right into town
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There goes the neighborhood
Trashin' it up just like you knew we would
You throw a hillbilly log into the hollywood
And there goes the neighborhood
I couldn't wait to start unpacking my stuff
Pulled out the pink flamingos and i put 'em in front
Cranked up the stereo in my old truck