Small Town Saturday Night

Parker's makin more money than he did at the mill
Since he got himself a girl with a script for pills
My my, he's got the goods tonight
Mama always said he was a no-good kid
Now she calls him up when she needs her fix
My my, she's waitin' on him to stop by
Fake nails flickin on an ashtray
Keepin three quarter time
Nowhere to be and now it's payday
So she's gonna get real high
It's a small town Saturday night
cnother small town saturday night
Maryanne phones up Pastor Rick
Everytime her husband goes on a business trip
Hey hey, he's teachin' her how to pray
Come mornin he'll be preachin that the devil don't rest While Maryanne sits in her Sunday best
Hey hey, thank god it ain't judgement day
Fake nails on the holy Bible
He pulls in the drive
She puts it down, pours a double
cnd then they close the blinds
It's a Small town Saturday night
cnother small town saturday night
Here we go now
Coca cola, whiskey neat
Percocet, Methamphetamine
Over-drinkin, over-eatin'
Two-timin, lyin, stealin, cheatin
Call it sin, Call it crime
We're just tryna kill some time
On a small town Saturday night, another small town Saturday night
It's a small town saturday night
Call it wrong but don't it feel right
On a small town saturday night
cnother small town saturday night