I can smell that moonshine brewing
Don't smoke around that steaming copper still
One spark is all it takes to rearrange your face
And blow this operation all to hell
Well, Miss Martha May, she surely is a strange one
Folks wonder why her blinds are always closed
Soon as the moon is high
The men start dropping by
Every time that neon sign flickers on
Well, what happens here it ain't nobody's business
Think twice before you let a stranger in
'Cause what goes on after dark
In this trailer park
Don't ever make it past the gate, my friend
There's a beat up '89 Corolla
Up on cinder blocks behind that broken fence
All my cousins go inside
Shut the doors behind
Then roll out with a smoke wearing a grin
There's a boy living here whose name is Charlie
Oh, and boy do I feel sorry for him
His Daddy's doing time
His Momma's scraping by
Selling wine out of her bathtub again
Well, what happens here it ain't nobody's business
Think twice before you let a stranger in
'Cause what goes on after dark
In this trailer park
Don't ever make it past the gate, my friend
(Bring it on back, boys)
I said, what happens here it ain't nobody's business
Think twice before you let a stranger in
'Cause what goes on after dark
In this trailer park
Don't ever make it past the gate, my friend
Wooh
