She woke up to the sound of her tailpipes telling me goodbye, yes, she left me in the
Dust.
If it was any other Saturday, we’d be headed to the lake, and I’d be hitching it up, but
I’m working like a dog on a sword.
John Deere, mama used to there, sippin’ on a Michelob
a her Dale
the land, she’s workin’ on tan, them I ****
bought
What I to be up my just fishin’ baby Benang.
Yeah, at home, I’m drinkin’ alone, hole,
honey’s on another
Now my boat.
Yes, a towel, but he’s down with some Coppertone.
Lord, if I’d tiller down, be me and she be
boy’s a a with her toes in
I’m tillin’ up land, she’s workin’ on her tan, with that
Sure her.
wouldn’t be reppin’ up my Mercury, my baby Benang.
Yeah, stuck at and alone, honey hole, now
honey’s another boy’s on another
Ah, yeah,
been workin’ like a on old John my used-to-be out there,
On another boy’s another boy’s
On another boy’s boat, a Michelob on float, with toes in Dale
the she’s tan, on I ****
up with Benang.
Yeah, my stuck I’m all honey hole,
boy’s boat, another boat.
On boy’s another boy’s boat.
my honey hole, and now my honey’s on boy’s boat.