I was born in the country on an old farm road
Worked hard for a livin' but I still stayed broke
Everything I had was either borrowed or loaned
Except my mobile home
I started pickin' and a grinnin' and a drawin' a crowd
Saved up my nickles and I turned it around
Hitched up the trailer and my chickens and cows
Moved right into town
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There goes the neighborhood
Trashin' it up just like you knew we would
You throw a hillbilly log into the Hollywood
And there goes the neighborhood
I couldn't wait to start unpackin' my stuff
Pulled out the pink flamingos and I put 'em in front
Cranked up the stereo in my old truck, iced down a case of Bud
Called uncle Vernon said, "Come cut the gra**"
He showed up on his mower with a half-empty flask
You ought to see the people slowin' down in they path
Sayin', "Man, would you look at that?"
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They got poodles and pools and lawnmowers
I got pit bulls and pistols and ponds
Yeah, they're playing opossum while I'm living high on the hog
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You throw a hillbilly log into the Hollywood
And there goes the neighborhood
Y'all come back now, ya hear?