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Edwin Mccain

Genres: Rock

Popcorn Box Lyrics - Edwin Mccain

"There's a black girl singin' in the morning before church 

Cause she wants things just right 

There's a white boy holdin' his head 

Cause he stayed out too late last night 

At the same time Mamma's yellin' 

Move your asses or I'll leave you behind 

The god lord don't wait for sinners all day 

Especially sinners of your kind. 

[CHORUS:] 

The old days 

The old ways of the drive-in picture show. 

It's a fact, if it was opened baby, you and me, we'd surely go. 

The picture rolls by, soundtrack low, but we don't see a thing. 

Feel around in the middle of your popcorn box, 

At the bottom is a diamond ring. (yes) 

I love you, could you, hold me tight, 

Like we're pretending it ain't about black or white. 

Sun burns hot early in the morning 

Small town, best hush my mouth. 

We've all got closets that we live in. 

Down at Baker's house 

The right fun with the wrong one 

That's things we don't talk about. 

Hell always seems to rise to the surface 

On that you can count. 

[CHORUS:] 

The old days 

The old ways of the drive-in picture show 

It's a fact, if it was opened baby, you and me, we'd surely go 

The picture rolls by, soundtrack low, but we don't see a thing. 

Feel around in the middle of your popcorn box, 

At the bottom is a diamond ring. (yes) 

I love you, could you, hold me tight, 

Like we're pretending it ain't about black or white. 

Young man makes a young man's stand, 

Tries to stand up tall. 

Old man from the same clan 

Bangs his head against the wall. 

Life's rough, it just get's tougher 

But that ain't no thing, it's always one thing 

Or another, let me tell you brother.... 

Shut your mouth boy and sing. 

[CHORUS:] 

The old days 

The old ways of the drive-in picture show 

It's a fact, if it was opened baby, you and me, we'd surely go 

The picture rolls by, soundtrack low, but we don't see a thing. 

Feel around in the middle of your popcorn box, 

At the bottom is a diamond ring. (yes) 

I love you, could you, hold me tight, 

Like we're pretending it ain't about black or white. 

I love you, could you, hold me tight, 

Like we're pretending it ain't about black or white." 

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