Opelika Lyrics

Two thousand miles east of L.A.,
A thousand south of N.Y.C
It's where I was born, God willing, where I'll die
And that's just fine by me
While the mooks in the suits are on the faxes and phones
And boys in bands are all doing their hair
We're going to tote it down to Opelika
Hope you like it down there
We're going to tote it down to Opelika
Hope you like it down there

So, your girl got married and got lame
And your boy got buried in the couch
And you don't know, baby, which way to turn
Ever since the fire burned out Well, while your folks are at home in the living room, watching
Folks living life, live on the air
We're going to burn it down in Opelika
Hope you like it down there
We're going to raise the dead up from Opelika
Hope you like it down there

Would you drag me off the floor, and into service Sunday morning
If I took you to church Saturday night?
We're going to burn it down in Opelika;
Hope you like it alright
Hope's alive in Opelika, and their eyes are burning bright

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