If you see a pick-up truck with a plastic 'coon dog   Mounted on the hood   If you pass trailer with a concrete donkey in the yard   An' tires up on the roof   An' if you see a woman in a moo-moo   Readin' Tarot cards an' palms down by the road   That's how you know; that's how you know   You're in my neighborhood      In my neighborhood   There's nothin' ordinary about the regular folk   In my neighborhood   We make our own wine outta berries we grow   A word to the wise: when they turn out the lights    It's a free-for-all, y'all, every Saturday night   But everybody treats everybody they way they should   In my neighborhood      When the wind is just right, you can tell they're makin' paper   At the mill on Champion Lane   When Mabel Johnson goes to fry 'em Rocky Mountain Oysters   You can smell 'em from a mile away   You might hear the church bells playin' "Sweet Home Alabama"   'Cause the preacher loves rock an' roll   That's how you know; that's how you know   You're in my neighborhood      In my neighborhood   There's nothin' ordinary about the regular folk   In my neighborhood   We make our own wine outta berries we grow   A word to the wise: when they turn out the lights    It's a free-for-all, y'all, every Saturday night   But everybody treats everybody they way they should   In my neighborhood      In my neighborhood    There's nothin' ordinary about the regular folk   In my neighborhood   We make our own wine outta berries we grow   A word to the wise: when they turn out the lights    It's a free-for-all, y'all, every Saturday night   But everybody treats everybody they way they should   In my neighborhood   In my neighborhood