"R.F.D. 30529" lyrics

"R.F.D. 30529"

Take I85 to 441, hit 98 and follow it on
To the first paved road past the Madison County line
Now that is the place that I come from
And the route I take when I go home to RFD 30529

My Daddy makes a living raising chickens and cows
And they're still living in the same old house
And Momma's in the kitchen talking on the party line
They bought a stereo and color TV, got a satellite dish
So they never miss me at RFD 30529

When his boy comes on Daddy likes to turn it up loud
And I'm so happy that I made my Momma proud
When I'm out on the road I never fail to drop them a line
Down to RFD 30529

I got to give credit where credit's due
Cause I wouldn't be standing here singing for you
If it hadn't of been for those good people of mine
Now you know the place that I'm coming from and the route I take
When I go home to RFD 30529

I say when Tony comes on Daddy loves to turn it up loud
And I'm so happy that I made my Momma proud
And when I'm out on the road I seldom fail to drop them a line
Down to RFD 30529

Living on RFD 30529


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