They Don't Make Anything in That Town

My mom and dad arrived
1975
Houses were all so cheap, man alive
My dad was diggin' holes
My momma drove the bus
They bought a little house and 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 the road
For him that was it, but his truck got fixed
At the gathering
I got asked to sing
I sang, "For every mile of road you got to make two miles a ditch"
They don't make anything in that town now

All them chained up doors
Windows made of wood
That is hideous 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 now