there s a place where i come from a little out of view there s a sunday matinee on virginia avenue mrs williams and mrs bean talking in their front yard will that father son auto shop ever get that car to start down the street you hear those dogs barking at the backfiring trucks nobody ever says a thing just wait for them to give up preston sell won t leave me alone he wants to take the bikes into town gets quiet when he hears me say hey we better turn around see that house just across the way it s for rent again it s been passed from the poor white trash down to the mexicans summertime it came and went down at the old folks home where saying goodbye gets you a cry then you leave them all alone my mama still talks too much and my daddy s a youngest son he was never quite satisfied she was born to run there s a sunday matinee on virginia avenue