Some might say we're low class|Bunch of red necks sitting on our ass|Cars on cinderblocks|Out on our front yard|Bare food kids running through the trailer park||Oh wasn't that all us|Oh back when we were young|And Podunk mommas on the floor porch|Sisters getting stoned|Daddy's wasted at the bar|You can judge us and I probably agree|Don't look much like the American dream||Oh to me their wrong |And to me it's home|Podunk a lonely little town|that no one ever even talks about|Watch the world pass us|Grab a slice of home pie|Call it Podunk||Everyone knows everybody here|We hear the news before it even airs|Just a dot on a map you'd be unlikely to find|If you blink you might miss the city sign||Podunk a lonely little town|that no one ever even talks about|Watch the world pass us|Grab a slice of home p ie|Call it Podunk |X2