Your Daddy was mad as hell

Your Daddy was mad as hell
 He was mad at me and you
 As he tied that chain to the front of my car and pulled me out of that ditch that we slid into

 Don't know what his problem is
 Why he keeps dragging you away
 Don't know why I put up with this [bad word]  When you don't put out and Zip City's so far away

 Your Daddy is a 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 puttin' 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 [bad word] 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 Colbert Heights
 Keeps my mind clean
 Gets me through the night
 Maybe you're just a destination, a place for me to go
 way to keep from having to deal with my seventeen-year-old mind all alone
 Keep your drawers on, girl, it ain't worth the fight
 By the time you drop them I'll be gone
 And you'll be right where they fall the rest of your life

 You say you're tired of me taking you for granted
 Waiting' up till the last minute to call you up and see what you want to do
 Well you're only fifteen, girl, you ain't got no secretary
 And "for granted" is a mighty big word for a country girl like you
 You know it's just your Daddy talking
 Cause He knows that blood red carpet at the Salem Church of Christ
 Ain't gonna 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 then zip back down to Alabama

 I got 350 heads on a 305 engine
 I get ten miles to the gallon
 I ain't got no good intentions