The Wrong Time Zone by Tennessee Wayne

[Verse 1] I’m sittin’ in the wrong time zone, guzzled on that hootch and beer Far away from your heart, shack-bound in the squalor here. Jehosephat, I’m fetchin’ firewood, a heapin’ pile of loblolly pine While you’re up in the city-slicker co-op, actin’ like you’re doin’ fine. [Verse 2] I’m in the "long-gone-from-your-shack" zone, eatin' chitlins, roped and fat The sheriff and the marshal’s comin’, whatcha think of that? You’re pushin’ me away, like a mule that’s lost his spell But I’m a son of the soil, girl, and I’m doin’ purty well. [Bridge] Time is movin’ on, like a diesel engine burnin’ slow The landlord’s at the rusty gate, got nowhere left to go. Standing still in the dirt and mud, a Lotto-playin' fool Lean and mean and thirsty, yonder by the water pool. [Verse 3] I want to pair up with you, girl, on the front-porch, wild and damn Away from the townfolk and their ways, just the way I am. I’m in the "down-home zone," where the firewood’s stacked up high With my horse out in the clover, under a dusty Michigand sky. [Chorus ] It’ll be our own "Love Zone," if we can afford the price No pickin’ flyshit outta pepper, girl, wouldn't that be nice? In our own "Hee-Haw" zone, roped and rodeo-bound Till they put this Tennessee boy in the everlastin' ground. [Outro ] Guzzled caboodle. ...good, poor, jest...