Lyrics Goode's Field Road - Drive-By Truckers

Goode's Field Road

Honey, take care of the children
Make them do as they’re told
I got a meeting in the morning
Down at the end of the Goode’s Field Road
Nothing much for a man in my position
A man like me won’t last too long in prison
And all them friends down at Police Department
Will act like they never had anything to do with me
I started out down at the junk yard
Taking orders from a moron
And a man my size don’t like taking orders
From anyone
Then I bought myself an old beat-up wrecker
And built an empire with my labor, brains, and sweat
But it’s hard to make an honest living
And a man takes any help he gets
Nothing much for a man in my position
A second mortgage and three college kids' tuition
And all them friends that I helped along the way
Will act like they never had anything to do with me
Will act like they never had anything to do with me
But you and me, we had us some good times
And I’ve always been a family man deep down
Ain’t much a believer for hired work from «out of state»
But they’ll be asking questions when I’m found
They’ll be asking questions when I’m found
Honey, take care of the children
Pay the house off when the salvage yard gets sold
And you don’t know nothing when the insurance man asks questions
'Bout what went down at the Goode’s Field Road
'Bout what went down
'Bout what went down
'Bout what went down at the Goode’s Field Road