I grew up in Buttcrack, Louisiana. That's what's wrong with me to this very day. This one is fun. Go wid it! [Linked Image]

Buttcrack Kentucky
© words and music by C. Stewart ( May 4, 2004 )

I was born in the city grew up with the smog
Long long way from the chickens and hogs
Concrete and steel is the only thing I know
And in rush hour traffic, the corn don't wanna grow

CHORUS
Like In Buttcrack Kentucky
Where the crickets are the only thing that's loud
The people there are lucky
Cause ITALIAN suits are not allowed

THEY race against the clock, JACK AND JILL ON THE run
I'LL enjoy SIMPLE pleasures of some down home fun
SUBURBS SQUEEZED together LIKE TINY canS of cold sardines
I'LL BE in a open field, picking on them beans

CHORUS
In Buttcrack Kentucky
Where the crickets are the only thing that's loud
The people there are lucky
Cause ITALIAN suits are not allowed

We got street corner crimes, businessmen galore
While Billy Bob plays checkers, at your country store
Tradin' in my time, KEEP YOUR fist full of dough
RATHER turn the soil, tryING to make MY LIFE grow

BRIDGE
I read about Buttcrack in THE PAPER
Said country girls SURE knew how to cook
GLADLY GIVE UP WALLSTREET AND MY STAPLER
CAUSE I LIKE HOW Buttcrack looks

CHORUS
In Buttcrack Kentucky
Where the crickets are the only thing that's loud
The people there are lucky
Cause ITALIAN SUITS are not allowed

In Buttcrack Kentucky x 4

"Grits is one of those country-boy words that is both singular and plural-like deer, elk and sheep. I think the singular is appropriate when there's a modifier that makes it clear one is talking about something specific. Like, 'Grits are good for you, but these here grits is tasty.'"~~Joe Wrabek