Letras
Well his name was Torrey but we called him Dadlie
And Dadlie's second wife was Daisy
Daisy was a Mormon, the Southern Baptist ladies
All thought the pagan lady was crazy
They chewed on Red Man sittin' in the living room
Spittoons were made of coffee cans
Daisy had a crush on her cousin
But her cousin had a crush on another man
It is what it is and we are who we are
We keep our secrets in our own backyard
We disregard what we don't regard, it ain't all that hard
We're just good country people
Betty Rhodes, her man had a wooden leg
Only man the poor thing ever had
He threatened to leave, she'd hide his prosthetic
He'd hop off pathetic and mad
He used to fly planes down to mine
She told us all the plane just crashed
They never found the plane, they never found the body
But the leg's hangin' high in a barn in the back
It is what it is and we are who we are
We keep our secrets in our own backyard
We disregard what we don't regard, it ain't all that hard
We're just good country people
That's right
Now God got it right when he made us all
The wires got crossed in a few
One man's strange is another man's normal
Whatever normal means to you
And we wear our pride like April Christmas lights
On our crooked family trees
We're all pieces of art, so bless your heart
If that ain't what you see
'Cause it is what it is and we are who we are
Yeah, we all got secrets in our own backyard
And we disregard what we don't regard
We're just good country people
We're just good country people
We got prize-winning fried chicken in a run-down shack
Uncle Daddy's cookin' meth in a tub out back
Rachel drinks liquor from a coffee cup
So the neighbors don't know that she drinks too much
Rachel's got a Camel burnin' from her lip
Nobody knows whose baby's ridin' on her hip