Todd Youngblood - '97 Nash Lyrics

Home is where you park it that's the trailer house life
Money in my pocket ain't no kids ain't no wife
Time to leave the house and I was ready to roam
Daddy said get yourself a mobile home

She's a 97' Nash, the paint's a light blue
Twenty seven foot and a hitch hook too
All packed up and I'm hittin' the road
I'm living free
Get up let's go

First stop east Texas where the trees were so green
Breakdowns on the Nash were sure unforeseen
Playing my guitar and I am smelling some smoke
Heaters burnin' up this has got to be a joke!

She's a 97' Nash, the paint's a light blue
Twenty seven foot and a hitch hook too
All packed up and I'm hittin' the road
I'm living free
Get up let's go

Crisis avoided but no easy fix
I left Kaufman County with dollars I kissed goodbye
Houston I was coming on I-45
A new piece of slab and I was doing just fine

Meet my redneck neighbors, Buckshot and Darlene
They had that Rebel flag hangin' on the dry clean
Buckshot got the whiskey, fish was frying in grease
Darlene hollered honey come and get ya piece

She's a 97' Nash, the paint's a light blue
Twenty seven foot and a hitch hook too
All packed up and I'm hittin' the road
I'm living free
Get up let's go

People asking "Toddy, whatcha gonna do when a good looking lady wants to come home with you?"
The Nash will be a rockin' so don't you come a knockin'
Cause one man's trash is another man's...

97' Nash, the paint's a light blue
Twenty seven foot and a hitch hook too
Trailer house Nash, oh, that is my name and all these other people think I'm insane
But I'm all packed up and I'm hittin' the road
I'm living free
Get up let's go