This town runs on JC and JD
John Prine and 3:16
Red letters and lettermans
Blue collars and veterans
Paycheck to paychecking it, yeah
There's only one cross in this town
Besides the ones on the railroad tracks
One way in and one way out
Babies getting hitched and driving trucks with hitches on the back
We pray for the grain on Sundays sitting in the front pew
Then we drank it down on Fridays on a back of the bar stool
This town runs on JC and JD
John Prine and 3:16
Red letters and lettermans
Blue collars and veterans
Paycheck to paychecking it, yeah
Rows in fields and tractors that are green
Moonshine and moon shining on the creek
Bottles with black labels, Bibles on tables labeled KJV
The man above, whiskey in a cup,
This town runs on JC and JD
There's old cars on blocks on every block
Someone's daddy's tryna fix
Just like his daddy did
Catfish frying and old dogs eyeing
The pan they're cooking in
Crisco sizzling
While Grandma sneaks a sip
Out the kitchen cabinet
Map dot gossip, cord phone callin' her church friends
This town runs on JC and JD
John Prine and 3:16
Red letters and lettermans
Blue collars and veterans
Paycheck to paychecking it, yeah
Rows in fields and tractors that are green
Moonshine and moon shining on the creek
Bottles with black labels, Bibles on tables labeled KJV
The man above, whiskey in a cup,
This town runs on JC and JD
This town runs on JC and JD
This town runs on JC and JD
John Prine and 3:16
Red letters and lettermans
Blue collars and veterans
Paycheck to paychecking it, yeah
Rows in fields and tractors that are green
Moonshine and moon shining on the creek
Bottles with black labels, Bibles on tables labeled KJV
The man above, whiskey in a cup,
This town runs on JC and JD