my girl is hollerin at me , she said come on the dinners done, I said I'm writing you another song she said I appreciate it but come on hun , sit on down let me pour you a glass of tea, I said you told me that mama needs AC, so I'm going to have to write another song and make sure it's a hit, I gotta fix that old car before it gives up and quits, I'm going to have to get a second job to make a little more money, I'm done suffering like this it's just not funny, I can't afford to pay the light bill, buy eggs or even gas , I'm so sick of the government, they can all kiss my ass, I'm a country outlaw they shouldn't mess with me, you don't wanna hear a country outlaw hollerin out in the streets, shooting off guns doing burnouts in my truck I suggest you stay away from me and if you have a little luck, I won't write my next song about you lynin your pockets and getting rich, while me and all these other cowboys are in the hot sun digging a ditch, we're all just trying to survive why can't we all just get along , I'm sitting here pouring out my heart in this country song, every time I turn on the news I'm just scratching my head, did he really write all of that last night while he should have been in bed ? maybe soon he'll step down or fall off of a cliff , he would look much better at The parlor as a stiff, well I've made it another day thank God I've survived, now let me go open the paper so I can read them classifieds, see if someone's hiring for a country outlaw , I've got references my Ma and my Pa , they'll probably tell you I'm the best you've ever seen but that's just because they both gave me their good jeans , well I guess the song is over at least for a little bit, damn this country boy can sure write some shit
