I Done Said Butter That Toast

Ooooh boy howdy, I’m done excited, I tell what I’m so gitty, Butter that toast, I done said, Butter that toast, Fresh loaf I done bought it from the store this Morning, Fresh butter, Not too cold, Not too hard, Just perfect, I done went and got the butter knife, My hillbilly mouth is drooling, I done can’t wait to eat, Butter that toast, I done said, Butter that toast, Make sure it’s done quick, While there done still some heat on that toasted bread, Oooooh lord watch that butter melt, It done look so sexy, The aroma done made this redneck feel so hungry, So darn crisp, So darn fresh, I’m done gonna take a big bite, All of a sudden there’s a knock at the door, Oh no, oh lord what kind of timing is this, I done buttered the toast, I said, I done buttered the toast, But there’s a knocking at the front door, I done try to act quick, I done run to answer the door, I open it, It’s the dog gone mail man, He said here you go friend, He done delivered my new banjo, In what should have been a joyous moment, Was riddled with fear and redneck stress, Cause the whole darn time I’m thinking about, My done buttered toast I left laying there, I done sign for the banjo and close the door, I done run back to kitchen, To check on my toasted bread, I pick it up, Oooooooooooooh no lord, What have you done to me, The darn buttered toast is cold, It done ain’t even like luke warm, It done went stone cold, Ooooooooh lord why have you forsaken me, My day done is ruined, My hillbilly soul done just left, All that effort, Getting the bread, Toasting it, I then done, Butter that toast, Only for it to go stone cold, [Instrumental] Ooooooh no brother earl, Help me, I done need a shot of whiskey, My redneck soul done need a pick me up, So much for having a good day, Ooooooh nooooooooo, Darn you mailman, And your dog gone timing, [fast heavy banjo and harmonica playing outro] Lord why did you do this to me, WHYYYYYYYYYYY!