They Don’t Make Anything in That Town Songtext
von Donovan Woods

My mom and dad arrived
1975
Houses were so cheap man alive
My dad was digging holes
My momma drove the bus
They bought a little house,
They made love
They don′t make anything in taht town now
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 My friend ryan drive
Full speed off a road
For him that was it
But his truck got fixed
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
All them chained up doors
Windows made of wood
That was hidious now, it was never that good?
I was going to drive a truck
I was going to answer phones
I started making up songs and made it out
They don′t make anything in that town now
They don′t make anything in that town