[Verse] Down by the river where the ducks swim free There's a little old town, just as country as can be In the heart of the South, where the okra grows We got pick-up trucks and black dirt roads Cornbread cookin' on a cast-iron stove Sweet tea sippin', like we've always known In this duck lovin' town, we keep it simple and true Just a bunch of folks, doin' what we do [Verse 2] Ol' Billy Bob, he's the king of the land With his shotgun in hand, he's got it all planned He'll sit on the porch, watchin' ducks fly by With a beer in his hand, lettin' out a high war cry
