JC & JD Lyrics

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