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You can drag every letter of my name
On a chain through the mississippi mud
Tell all your friends, your mama and them
That I'm a lyin', cheatin', stealin' son of a gun.
You can call me every name
And you can blame it all on me
Say I'm a sorry s-o-b
Hell, I might be.
And, yeah, I drive too fast
Spend too much time chasin' largemouth bass
I'm hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff
And we both know you love that
I drink a little cold beer
Around huntin' season, I disappear
You hated my dog, you hated my songs
I guess you hated it way out here
But one day you're gonna try
But you ain't ever gonna find
Another low-down, no-good, rusted-truck-drivin'
P-o-s like me.
I bet right now you're runnin' me down at the hair salon
Sayin', 'yeah, I'm glad he's gone,'
But we both know you're a mile or so
From even bein' close to barely movin' on.
I bet you're missin' that floorboard trash
Up in that chevrolet cab
I bet you'd like to climb inside
And maybe take a long slow ride.
With a guy that drives too fast
Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass
He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff
And we both know you love that
I drink a little cold beer
Around huntin' season, I disappear
You hated my dogs, you hated my songs
I guess you hated it way out here
But one day you're gonna try
But you ain't ever gonna find
Another low-down, no-good, rusted-truck-drivin'
P-o-s like me.
So, go on and tell the world I'm good for nothin'
I bet there's a girl out there that'd love to put up with.
A guy that drives too fast
Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass
He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff
And I'll bet you'd be fine with that
He drinks a little cold beer
Every huntin' season, he'll disappear
She's gonna like my dog, like my songs
I bet she'll love it way out here
One day, you're gonna try
But you ain't ever gonna find
Another low-down, no-good, rusted-truck-drivin'
Waffle house eatin', overall wearin'
P-o-s like me.
Yeah, a piece of shit like me.
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