I aint going to throw rocks at your glass house My house is a boxed glass and Im passed out Swinging in a hammock stinking like last year Handlebar mustache charcoal black beard Snapping like a mouse trap, evil eye rat sneer And my otter vs river bottom nightmare We dont catch pike here, bucket mouth bass here You can hear the black Betty flintlock blasts here Lumberjack gear, sawdust, flat beer We drink grandpappy birch tree sap here It aint that weird, okay it might be Reckon that you shouldnt say sugar honey iced tea We so polite we often mistaken For slow Aint stupid, we slaughter you Satan Served him in a stew full of crawfish and bacon And watched as the unfortunate orphanage ate it [Chorus] Ive been crawdad fishing with a string around my big toe Eat them if theyre edible and if they isnt let them go Heaven knows what youll find around these parts Bottle full of dip spit, lawn full of tree bark We embark on a journey to the liquor store Trying to find something we can sip with the kettle corn Got a lot of horns hanging on the wall Still attached to the heads of the varmint we caught Were farming the crops, no regard for the law See the poppies on my property is guarded by dogs And pardon my paw, when he get a couple in him He dont take kind to strangers and sometimes he hit them So hey city boy you should turn around Before you find yourself buried in a hole in the ground And I reckon you should take a lesson, listen to me now Cause I bet that I could make it so that you never get found [Chorus]
reckon, grandpappy, flintlock, varmint, crawdad