I'd rather be seven beers deep With a Coleman cooler propping up my feet My ass in a lawn chair floating on the breeze In a sun tracker I'd rather be tucked in a pit blind Somewhere on the Mississippi- Louisiana state line Waiting on them green-heads to do a fly-by Lip full of tobacco When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the Places I'd rather be I'd rather be stripping off shingles On a July roof down in Tishomingo Working like a dog, living in a single-wide Yes I would I'd rather be stuck at your mama's watching Midday re-runs of her favorite dramas Wearing my pajamas neck deep In Days Of Our Lives When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be Yeah, all the places I'd rather be Oh, let me hear it how I leave my clothes on the floor Track dirt through the door and don't bother cleaning up Let me hear 'bout the guy you wish I was When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be There's a lotta places I'd rather be