My mom and dad arrived 1975 Houses were so cheap man alive My dad was digging holes My momma drove the bus They bought a little house, They made love They don't make anything in taht 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 drive Full speed off a 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 was hidious now, it was never that good? I was going to drive a truck I was going to 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