You can drag every letter of my name On a chain through the Mississippi mud Tell all your friends, your mama and them That I'm a lyin', cheatin', stealin' son of a gun You can call me every name And you can blame it all on me Say I'm a sorry S-O-B Hell, I might be And, yeah, I drive too fast Spend too much time chasin' largemouth bass I'm hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff And we both know you love that I drink a little cold beer Around huntin' season, I disappear You hated my dog, you hated my songs I guess you hated it way out here But one day you're gonna try But you ain't ever gonna find Another low-down, no-good, rusted-truck-drivin' P-O-S like me I bet right now you're runnin' me down at the hair salon Sayin', "Yeah, I'm glad he's gone," But we both know you're a mile or so From even bein' close to barely movin' on I bet you're missin' that floorboard trash Up in that Chevrolet cab I bet you'd like to climb inside And maybe take a long slow ride With a guy that drives too fast Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff And we both know you love that I drink a little cold beer Around huntin' season, I disappear You hated my dogs, you hated my songs I guess you hated it way out here But one day you're gonna try But you ain't ever gonna find Another low-down, no-good, rusted-truck-drivin' P-O-S like me So, go on and tell the world I'm good for nothin' I bet there's a girl out there that'd love to put up with A guy that drives too fast Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff And I'll bet you'd be fine with that He drinks a little cold beer Every huntin' season, he'll disappear She's gonna like my dog, like my songs I bet she'll love it way out here One day, you're gonna try But you ain't ever gonna find Another low-down, no-good, rusted-truck-drivin' Waffle house eatin', overall wearin' P-O-S like me Yeah, a piece of shit like me
