Nobody's Business-Eleventyseven

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.