Them coals are turnin' bright red
Firewood's in the truckbed
River's runnin' low this time of year
Ragweed's on the turnpike
Bedroom's mostly Christmas lights
I'm sorry, friend, I don't lend tools
Boy Howdy, Hot Dog! Pretty good life
Pretty little house, pretty big wife
Let's me fry her pork chops twice a week
Well, hot plate, hot plate
Baby went and made a cake
Never seen a heaven that didn't have a snake
Well, hot plate, hot plate
Baby went and made a cake
Never seen a heaven that didn't have a snake
Bluejay's a mean-ass bird
Ugliest song you've ever heard
Get off my porch I'll kick your ass
Everything she does is magic
I watch her catch a lizard
Careful or his tail will come right off
Boy Howdy, Hot Dog! Pretty good life
Pretty little house, pretty big wife
Let's me fry her catfish twice a week
Well swamp-rose, sweat-stain
Get money, make it rain
Cold beer tin-can Cadillac, Mustang
Well swamp-rose, sweat-stain
Get money, make it rain
Cold beer tin-can Cadillac, Mustang
The doctor asks me where it hurts
Born to fish, forced to work
Don't let 'em tell ya what your broken heart's worth
Fire ant on the sugar trail, tailfeathers on a nightengale
Arrowheads and bones is all you'll find
Boy Howdy, Hot Dog! Pretty good life
Pretty little house, pretty big wife
Lets me wear her underwear
Anytime I please
Well, she's thick as a forest
And a cavalry of bushwhackers
Never seen a baldnobber bullets wouldn't scatter
Well, she's thick as a forest
And a cavalry of bushwhackers
Never seen a baldnobber bullets wouldn't scatter
Goddang, I'll be go to hell
This bar's mostly peanut shells
But if you'll drive, we can play pool
Hot pocket, sweet potato pie
Saturday, Sunday rollin by
Take off your pants, let's watch TV
Boy Howdy, Hot Dog! Pretty good life
Pretty little house, pretty big wife
I can't recall my ex wife's name
But the love you lost is right where you left it
Oh right, gone forever boy, go ahead, forget it
But the love you lost is right where you left it
Oh right, gone forever boy, go ahead, forget it, mhmm
Them coals are turnin' bright red
Firewood's in the truckbed
River's runnin' low this time of year
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