Drive-By Truckers

My Daddy played poker on a stump in the woods back in his younger days Prohibition was the talk, but the rich folks walked to the woods where my Daddy stayed Jugs and jars from shiners, these old boys here, they ain't miners They came from the twenty

First air of autumn up your nose Popcorn, heavy hairspray, nylon pantyhose Please stand and bow your heads and pray you don't get old The nurture and the admonition of your kind The rules of only strong survive Cross shaped swimming pools, Down in th