I was born in the country on an old farm road
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Worked hard for a livin' but i stilled stayed broke
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Everything i had was either borrowed or loaned
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Except my mobile home
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I started pickin' and a-grinnin' and a-drawin' a crowd
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Saved up my nickels and i turned it around
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Hitched up my trailer and my chickens and cows
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And moved right into town
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[Chorus]
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There goes the neighborhood
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Trashin' it up just like you knew we would
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You throw a hillbilly log into the hollywood
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And there goes the neighborhood
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I couldn't wait to start unpacking my stuff
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Pulled out the pink flamingos and i put 'em in front
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Cranked up the stereo in my old truck
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Iced down a case of bud
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Called Uncle Vern and said "Come cut the grass"
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He showed up on his mower with a half-empty flask
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You oughtta see the people slowin' down when they pass
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Sayin' "Man would you look at that"
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[Repeat Chorus]
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They got poodles and pools and alarms
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I've got pit bulls and pistold and ponds
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Yeah, they're playin' possum
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While i'm livin' high on the hog
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[Repeat Chorus]
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You throw a hillbilly lof into the hollywood
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There goes the neighborhood
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There Goes The Neighborhood
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| Gretchen Wilson |
