One, two, three, four Can't you see that ol' weepin' willow tree Just enough shade for my ice-cold Bud an' me I just sit here where the breeze is soft
I still show up at five Let everybody know I've arrived I order up my usual bangles I don't want no-one to thank I'm not the guy they've come to learn
You been jawin' at me from across the bar Like I messed with your woman or I stoled your car What's your problem I don't even know your name You got
The sunbeam hit the Jim Beam And ricocheted off a bottle of Coke Cut through the still smoulderin' Second-hand night-before smoke The whisky's half-empty
Hey, Mr DJ, can I make a request Somebody I love just up and left An' if I know her, she'll drive all night alone An' she just might have her radio on
I just cracked the top on some Jim Beam I just bought Took a big ol' swig an' I just set her down It's a foolish thing to think, that you could kill
Daddy's been a back-row Baptist With his share of front-row sin His Saturday night still on his breathe Every Sunday when he'd walk in He's never led
Woke up face down in a cheap motel Had a King James Bible, a musty smell An' a Jim Beam bottle layin' in the bed With a lipstick note sayin' I hope he
(VERSE 1) We said Yes Maam and Yes Sir, cuz a good whoopin still worked And if we talked back, we got it again Back when kids got in fights, they didnt
She packed that party act Like a pack rat piled high with paper sacks Two quarts of oil, her calico cat Man, I never seen a woman get so mad She caught
It was perfect timin' Both of us findin' what we needed Blind love was drivin' An' we both went divin' off the deep end But girl, now, lookin' back Went
Oh, yeah Well, lately I been noticin' a gradual escalation In your inability to handle your libation Go zero to sixty When you get on the whiskey Well
Verse 1: He's got an I love Jesus fish stuck on his bumper, With a rebel flag rippin' like a razor in the wind, A sign sellin' watermelons and cucumbers
By now in New York City, there's snow on the ground And out in California, the sunshine's falling down And, maybe down in Memphis, Graceland's all in
Daddy's been a back row Baptist With his share of front row sin His Saturday night still on his breathe Every Sunday when he'd walk in He's never led
