Rats Don't Race Songtext

von Ray Scott

Old Ronney's toteing shingles,
Up a ladder for Steve.
Well, Steve fixed Ronney's transmition last week.
Friday night will be spagetti,
Five dollers a plate,
To help get Curtis Right's doctor bills payed.
For every able bodied man is a fire department volunteer.
Rats don't race around here.

You got a thirty day credit,
At the hardware store.
You don't need a master card to buy a 2x4.
Saturday's for fishing,
Sunday's for church.
Here it ain't a carrer,
It's five days of work.
Trash man's a trash man,
Not a sanitation engineer.
Rats don't race around here.

There ain't no need to ride a bus into work each day,
Nobody's fighting for a parking place,
You might get passed on the road by an old John Deer.
But the rats don't race around here.

There ain't no need to ride a bus into work each day,
Nobody's fighting for a parking place,
You might get passed on the road by an old John Deer.
Somebody wins a trophy at the drag strip every year.
But the rats don't race around here.

Ya'll the rats don't race around here.
We like that domestic beer.