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So we're driving home after many months away
Bout to pass through Peculiar
Missouri as we do always
It's right before we hit the loving
Cradle of those hills of home
Now let me tell you, there's
Nothing weird about Peculiar, Missouri
Hell, you can look it up
It's an old railroad town
That turned into a suburb that begat an exurb
That turned into a certifiable
USDA small town anywhere everywhere, USA
You know
You've been there, even if you haven't been
Yeah, if America had a great big waiting room
It'd be somеwhere in the Midwеst
And if that waiting room had a
Single crusty-ass magazine in it
Golf Digest or something
You could open to the centerfold and find a
Teeny tiny ad for this hamlet of Peculiar
Proudly proclaiming
Where the odds are with you
It's not weird to love it here
So friend, come on
Lets pull off the highway here
Let's get a little rest before
A long night of driving
We've been sleeping in the saddle for a
Few days now and I'm spent
Woah, look out for that pickup truck!
Goddang, people drive crazy around here
Hang a ricky here, a starboard, yeah
There you go although I bet you know
Where we're going already
Yeah, short of any public amenities
It's about the only place you can
Rest and get a bite to eat past sundown in a
Little town like this
And there's no public library, no YMCA, and
Uh the liquor store's closed at sundown
So it's looking like the Walmart
Yeah, we got a standing
Invitation to the hideous
Halogen bulbs of that all night wally world
Where an uneasy truce abides between
The traveling kind and
The megacorporations that deign to make it so
So we're gonna jump in there
We're gonna have ourselves a little party