(Hi, my name's Jake Hill.)
(I've written this song few years back, 'fore any y'all knew I was a country of yours. Like to show y'all a lil' bit of what I can do with this here guitar. Alright.)
(Let me just scoop my chair up here... so I can stand on it.)
(I know y'all can't see it, this ain't a music video you watching right now, but, please don't get angr... everything worked out.)
(Hang on... 'bout to gettin' alright.)
(Here we go boys, alright, woo, alright.)
(A one, a nine, a seven, a twelve.)
(Fuck... hold on... alright.)
(We gon' need a whole bunch o' Mountain Dew for this)
Well, last night I seen my sister
I sure did miss her (I did)
The smell of my cousin lingers on her neck (roll tide)
We went down to the river
Shot a whole bunch o' critters
Before you put words in my mouth
I ain't racist 'cause I'm from the South
Well, the farm's goin' good, my back's still strong
I kiss my wife when I get home
Another day in a Southern paradise (alright now)
Well I shoot them deer, and I beat my meat
Sure tastes good when it's cooked by me
Another long day, gonna be another long night
Well, my ex-wife callin' and annoyin' me
Speakin' of X, he needs to be free
Kickin' up dust in the air, it's hard to see (I can't see shit)
Well, my cornfield's lookin' mighty fine this year
I sit back and drink a beer
Enjoy this summertime breeze while it lasts
I said now
Well, the farm's goin' good, my back's still strong
I kiss my wife when I get home
Another day in a Southern paradise
Well I shoot them deer, and I beat my meat
Sure tastes good when it's cooked by me
Another long day, gonna be another long night
Well, the best part of being a Southern man
Is workin' all day, keepin' up with my land
It's boring as shit, but I don't seem to mind
Up at four 'til the sun goes down
Ramblin' and pullin' all the titties from my cows
Ain't nothin' better'n bein' a country boy
I said now
Well, the farm's goin' good, my back's still strong
I kiss my wife when I get home
Another day in a Southern paradise
Well I shoot them deer, and I beat my meat
Sure tastes good when it's cooked by me
Another long day, gonna be another long night
Alright now boys
Well, the farm's goin' good, my back's still strong
I kiss my wife when I get home
Another day in a Southern paradise
Well I shoot them deer, and I beat my meat
Sure tastes good when it's cooked by me
Another long day, gonna be another long night
(Pinecone in this bitch)
(Wooo)
(God, I'm a fuckin' idiot)
