Round and round

Go down this dirt road about a half a mile

You'll find that old brick church still standing there

With it's holy oaks so burdened with Spanish moss

That its very limbs seem to bow in prayer

And there's Jesus in the air

Pass the cemetery where all the young people go

Cause there is no where else that they can drink

Where the law won't bother them and no ne will know

Cause sometimes a young woman just needs to think

Talk to the old black men who will make the observation

That we're still grouped into the haves and have-nots

Yeah, it's been a long time since integration but

It seems some folks here they forgot

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It's every virtue and every vice

It's a big fat Americana slice

But there's space down here in this little town

And I can spread my arms and spin round and round

Well you don't have to be Baptist to escape hell's flames

But it wouldn't hurt to have one as a friend you know

We all go to bed early, don't take the Lord's name in vain

But if it's good beer and food you better believe we go

If you're in the mood for a scare tonight

There's a topless bar just up the interstate

Otherwise I'll see you in bowling shoes

Or in 3-D glasses or on roller skates.

Well we are quarterbacks and homecoming queens

And we are best all around and most likely to succeed

And it's Friday night and the back seat's getting hot

It's the hicks against the hippies in the parking lot