"Redneck Family Reunion"
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(Verse 1)

A family like ours don't party like most
Ours gets a little out of hand
They're racing trucks and burning rubber
And tearing up all the land
There's jars of moonshine and daisy dukes
Everywhere you look
Ol' Bocephus on the radio
And catfish on every hook

(Chorus)

It's a redneck family reunion
Everybody has a good time
Eatin' all of grandma's cookin'
And drinkin' all of grandpa's shine
You're never gonna go home hungry
If you make it home at all
Yeah, it's a redneck family reunion
And everybody has a ball

(Verse 2)

There's horseshoe pits for tossin' shoes
And games of every sort
Most of them ain't legal
And will land your *** in court
4 wheel trails that will lead you to
Way back in that hollow
Don't you dive head first into that pool
You know it's way to shallow

(Repeat Chorus)

(Bridge)

It's the best time of the year for us
And it's sad that it must end
But you know it's time to head on home
When the cops come round the bend

(Repeat Chorus)

Stopped into a back roads diner
Somewhere just off Carolina
Highway thirty three
Sign said "open", I went in
Pushed the RC handle made of tin
Not a soul around that I could see

Waitress came out from the back
Name plate said her name was "Jack"
I'm glad I came in
Ordered up some milk and pie
This waitress sure did catch my eye
Pushing that RC ad made of tin

Told her that I was passing through
Not staying long, had things to do
Smiling, she  said "You'll stay"
I said I'' need a place to rest
She named one place...the best
Out by the bay

There's not much to do round here
We only serve three kinds of beer
and the Carolina Zoom Zoom
we make in the back room
It goes down as smooth as ever
Turn your insides straight to leather
That Carolina Zoom Zoom
we make in the back room


"Jack" sat down and asked my story
told her, "lots of pressure, lots of worry"
Don't worry ***, it'll go
I asked her how she could just say that
Took off my coat and then my ball hat
Just how was she to know

She said "I read people when they're here"
Some folks stay, some disappear
You'll be here a while
She said "you're driving time is over"
"I think you'll end up, as the new owner"
"Of this place"...with a smile

I said "there's no people here to sell to"
"What the heck would I do"
owning this with no one here at all
She laughed and said "I am agreeing"
But you are looking but not seeing
Money's made behind the yonder wall

There's not much to do round here
We only serve three kinds of beer
and the Carolina Zoom Zoom
we make in the back room
It goes down as smooth as ever
Turn your insides straight to leather
That Carolina Zoom Zoom
we make in the back room

She said it was a truck stop diner
That sold the best ***** in all Carolina
Carolina zoom zoom in the back
Recipe's been here for ages
Brewed real slow, distilled in stages
Always forty jugs out on the rack

We've sold to Robert Johnson and Bocephus
You may choose to not believe this
I wouldn't lie about that fact
The diner never makes much money
But, the back room, there's the honey
sure as i know I'm called Jack

She said she lived in an old trailer
That she traded with a sailor
For a case five   years ago
Moved it back on up the hill
There she could watch on the still
If I bought, she'd have to go

I thought a while, made two offers
Money to fill up her coffers
And she had to stay
She smiled, asked me if I'm certain
Did I mean it, or was I just flirtin'
I told her I was set to pay

There's not much to do round here
We only serve three kinds of beer
and the Carolina Zoom Zoom
we make in the back room
It goes down as smooth as ever
Turn your insides straight to leather
That Carolina Zoom Zoom
we make in the back room

I've been the owner fifteen years
I changed my life, by changing gears
Jack is still with me
Thank god I stopped in to this diner
Back in the back roads off Carolina
Highway thiry three

i admit, my head feeling too heavy
aint prepared but now i feel like im too ready
too steady, can't push me over
bob and weave and dip, wait they grabbing holsters?

****

it ain't that serious
eatin cereal at 3am, gettin curious
about Buddha and Jesus, imagine they cruise in a beater
with an 8-track playin classics from Bocephus

world leaders taking pics with the people, is that
a green screen or some hay from a needle?
every open door adds another horror more
hoping *****'s drugs keep me grounded on the floor

pop a little AD for my headache
need a little BB on for my soul's sake
or at least heard, logo on a t-shirt
do i think about the things that i dream for?
well i ask, who's got time?
in between all the *******, tryna make room for a dumb rhyme?
i guess im moving on to the next line
cuz everything might be okay

------------- yeah, right -------------

men with money and power deciding outcomes
smooth talking pimps keep pushing ***** without some
**** suckers with mouths open for clout ***
i keep my feet planted, aint nothin new to see mouths run

try to read between the lies of the faint lips
overthinkin my demise, i need patience
paying loose change for my ancestral basics, and
now im too numb from the meds for the anxious

see, the thoughts in my head too loud
so i need something light just to hold me down
but i hear there's some of that goin round
everybody listenin for the same sounds

so i pop a little AD for my headache
need a little BB on till my soul's saved
or at least heard, scream until my teeth hurt
do I think about the things that i dream for?
well i ask, who's got time?
in between all the *******, tryna make room for a dumb rhyme?
i guess im moving on to the next line
cuz everything might be okay