I DON'T MISS

[Verse 1]

Ten years old, .243

Big tall tine creeping through the pine trees

Held my breath, steadied my gun

Put it right there where the good blood runs

Tracked his ass down, made the front page

Up there at the deer camp to this day

He’s hanging with the rest of my Boones

As proof

[Chorus]

That I don’t miss

I don’t miss

I don’t miss

Mr. Redneck taking you to school

I don’t hit nothing but the bullseye

Find one shit song in the archive

Bet ya have a hard time

I don’t miss

[Verse 2]

I left town after nineteen years

A buncha "you’ll be backs" ringing in my ears

Now I’m up here getting hit up for front row tickets from the same shit talker selling ditch weed

Working at the Conoco

[Chorus]

That I don’t miss

I don’t miss

I don’t miss

Mr. Redneck taking you to school

I don’t hit nothing but the bullseye

Find one shit song in the archive

Bet ya have a hard time

I don’t miss (miss miss)

I don’t fucking miss (miss miss)

[Bridge]

Yeah

I ain’t Jordan but my first name’s Michael

And I swear with my hand on the Bible

Long as y’all keep feeling this shit

I’ma keep shooting ‘cause

I don’t miss

(Woah woah)

(Woah woah)

[Chorus]

I don’t miss

Mr. Redneck taking you to school

I don’t hit nothing but the bullseye

Find one shit song in the archive

Bet ya have a hard time

I don’t miss