Zip City Songtext
von Mike Cooley

Your daddy was mad as hell, he was mad at me and you
When he tied that chain to the front of my car
And pulled me out of that ditch that I slid into
Don′t know what his problem is, why he keeps sending me away
Don't know why I put up with his shit when he don′t put out
In Zip City, so far away

Your daddy is the deacon down at the Salem Church of Christ
And he makes good money as long as Reynolds Wrap
Keeps everything wrapped up tight
Your mama's as good a wife and mama as she can be
And your sister's putting that sweet stuff
On everybody in town but me
Your brother was the first born, got ten fingers and ten toes
And it′s a damn good thing ′cause he needs all twenty
To keep the closet door closed


Maybe it's the twenty-six mile drive
From Zip City to Culver Heights
Keeps my mind clean
And gets me through the night
Maybe you′re just a destination, a place for me to go
That keeps me from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind
All alone
So keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight
By the time you drop ′em, I'll be gone
And you′ll be right where they fall the rest of your life

Well, you say you're tired of me taking you for granted
Waiting up 'til the last minute
To call you up and see what you wanna do
But you′re only fifteen, girl, and you ain′t got no secretary
And for granny, it's a mighty big word
For a country girl like you
I think that′s just your daddy talking
'Cause he knows that blood red carpet at the Salem Church of Christ
He don′t ever see no wedding between me and you

Zip City, it's a good thing that they built a wall around you
Zip up to Tennessee or zip right down to Alabama
I got three-fifty heads on a three-oh-five engine
I get ten miles to the gallon
And I ain′t got no good intentions