Outfit Lyrics

You want to grow up to paint houses like me A trailer in my yard till you're 23 You want to be old after 42 years Keep dropping the hammer and grinding the gears
Well, I used to go out in a Mustang A 302 Mach One in green Me and your Mama made you in the back And I sold it to buy her a ring
And I learned not to say much of nothing And I figured you already know But in case you don't or maybe forgot I'll lay it out real nice and slow
Don't call what your wearing an outfit Don't ever say your car is broke Don't worry about losing your accent A Southern Man tells better jokes
Have fun but stay clear of the needle Call home on your sister's birthday Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus Don't give it away, don't give it away
[ From: http://www.metrolyrics.com/outfit-lyrics-drive-by-truckers.html ] Six months in a St. Florian foundry They call it Industrial Park Then hospital maintenance and Tech School Just to memorize Frigidaire parts
But I got to missing your Mama And I got to missing you too And I went back to painting for my old man And I guess that's what I'll always do
So don't let him take who you are boy And don't try to be who you ain't And don't let me catch you in Ken dale With a bucket of wealthy-man's paint
Don't call what your wearing an outfit Don't ever say your car is broke Don't sing with a fake British accent Don't act like your family's a joke
Have fun, but stay clear of the needle Call home on your sister's birthday Don't tell them you're bigger than Jesus Don't give it away, don't give it away