Letra de In my neighborhood

If you see a pick-up truck with a plastic ´coon dog,
Mounted on the hood.
If you pass trailer with a concrete donkey in the yard,
An´ tires up on the roof.
An´ if you see a woman in a moo-moo,
Readin´ Tarot cards an´ palms down by the road.
That´s how you know; that´s how you know,
You´re in my neighborhood.

In my neighborhood,
There´s nothin´ ordinary about the regular folk.
In my neighborhood,
We make our own wine outta berries we grow.
A word to the wise: when they turn out the lights,
It´s a free-for-all, y´all, every Saturday night,
But everybody treats everybody they way they should,
In my neighborhood.

When the wind is just right, you can tell they´re makin´ paper,
At the mill on Champion Lane.
When Mabel Johnson goes to fry ´em Rocky Mountain Oysters,
You can smell ´em from a mile away.
You might hear the church bells playin´ "Sweet Home Alabama",
´Cause the preacher loves rock an´ roll:
That´s how you know; that´s how you know,
You´re in my neighborhood.

In my neighborhood,
There´s nothin´ ordinary about the regular folk.
In my neighborhood,
We make our own wine outta berries we grow.
A word to the wise: when they turn out the lights,
It´s a free-for-all, y´all, every Saturday night,
But everybody treats everybody they way they should,
In my neighborhood.

In my neighborhood,
There´s nothin´ ordinary about the regular folk.
In my neighborhood,
We make our own wine outta berries we grow.
A word to the wise: when they turn out the lights,
It´s a free-for-all, y´all, every Saturday night,
But everybody treats everybody they way they should,
In my neighborhood.
In my neighborhood.