they all leave town |
|
Sometime,
when we all show up |
---'s
got a pickup truck |
They
come down here to get some kinda degree |
At
a little southern University |
From
New Jersey and Delaware |
Funny
clothes and funny hair |
Those
northern girls like to cut loose |
When
you're spitting that tobacco juice |
Oh,
but they all leave town |
When
summer rolls around |
I
really miss those kids |
All
that higher education we did |
|
The
local women got no teeth |
my
-- they all gotta be |
Three
kids and one on the way |
But
it's the same thing everyday |
|
Don't
go telling my sweet Loiuse |
I've
been seeing no college girl, please |
That'd
really make her jump and shout |
Daddy
get his shotgun out |
|
Aw,
when they all leave town |
when
summer rolls around |
I
do what I'm told |
For
three months I'm good as gold |
Ah,
but they're back next fall |
I
can't wait to see 'em all |
Little
girls in their brand new shoes |
They
can't wait to hear my sing the blues |
|
I
hope y'all remember me |
Not
as this dirty redneck you see |
But
one who still serves higher learning today |
Just
in a low down kinda way |
I'm
feeling guilty so I must confess |
One
thing about it give me no rest |
I
hate to hear 'em call my name |
'cause
that yankee accent drive a man insane |
|
Aw,
but they all leave town |
when
summer rolls around |
I
cool off in the shade |
Drink
my lemonade |
Maybe
they all laugh at me |
In
Deleware and New Jersey |
But
they can do just what they please |
Pass
the cornbread, sweet Louise |
|
And
they all leave town... |