"Goode's Field Road (Alternate Version)" lyrics - DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS

Honey, take care of the children
Make them do as they're told
I got a meeting in the morning
Down at the end of the Goode's Field Road
There ain't much for a man in my position
A man like me won't last too long in prison
And all them friends down at police department
Will act like they never had anything to do with me
Started out down at the junkyard taking orders from a moron
And a man my size don't like taking orders from anyone
Bought myself an old beat up wrecker
Built an empire with my labor brains and sweat
But it's hard to make an honest living
And a man takes any help he gets
Nothing much for a man in my position
A second mortgage and three college kids' tuition
And all them friends that I helped along the way
Will act like they never had anything to do with me
You and me, we had us some good times
And I've always been a family man deep down
Ain't much a believer for hired work from out of state
But they'll be asking questions when I'm found
They'll be asking questions when I'm found
Honey, take care of the children
Pay the house off when the salvage yard gets sold
And you don't know nothing when the insurance men asks questions
'Bout what went down at the Goode's Field Road
'Bout what went down at the Goode's Field Road