Parker's making 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
Now it's payday
So she's gonna get real high
It's a small town Saturday night
Another small town Saturday night
Mary-Anne phones up Pastor Rick
Every time 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 Mary-Anne 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
Then they close the blinds
It's a small town Saturday night
Another small town Saturday night
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Coca-cola, whiskey neat
Percocet, methamphetamine
Overdrinkin', overeatin'
Two-timin', lyin', stealin', cheatin'
Call it sin, call it crime
But 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
Oh, the small town Saturday night
Another small town Saturday night
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