The golden sun peeks up to greet me I search for a deeper meaning I come up with nothing cause I’m dead inside My worlds straight up an episode of rawhide I been in this hell hole For 3 long ass years It’s finally taken its toll Being paid in just beers Me and earl, We do it all We’re both jacks of all trades We even pump their shit These are truly sad days The wind sweeps through the town A desolate valley I wanna find work that’s more Up my alley This town has nothing it’s a total mistake The walls even shake from all these mini earth quakes [hook] It’s country bumpkin turned up to eleven It’s called perfection but it’s far from heaven! I gotta pack my bags and finally leave this place But first I gotta scare Earl, and make fall on his face