Popcorn Box 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