Текст Donovan Woods – They Don’t Make Anything In That Town

My momma drove the bus
They bought a little house,
They made love
They don’t make anything in that 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 drove
Full speed off a road
For him that was it
But his truck got fixed
And at the gathering I got asked to sing
I sang, «for every mile of road you gotta make two miles of ditch»
But they don’t make anything in that town now
All them chained up doors
Windows made of wood
Bad as it is now, it was never that good
I was gonna drive a truck
I was gonna 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