JIM BOB

HARDY

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    Jim Bob drinks his coffee with a Pall Mall and a Keystone
    Sits out on his front porch with his flea-infested dogs
    Caught a little shrapnel from some boom-boom in his knee bone
    Pops a half a Percocet to keep the hurtin' off
    And they say: Jim Bob, go to work, quit livin' for the buzz
    Jim Bob, go to church, but Jim Bob never does
    We don't wanna see you waste your life away
    He lights another cigarette and all he's got to say is

    All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
    Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
    Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
    Get fucked up on my back forty, point my pistol to the sky
    Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, wow, wow, wow
    That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen
    Put him at a pew, he needs some Jesus now, now, now
    I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
    All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me

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    Jim Bob's got his name already written on some granite
    Main Street Cemetery, underneath the water oak
    He says he never seen it 'cause he hates them city limits
    In the back of a black Cadillac's the only way he'll go, and he goes

    All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
    Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
    Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
    Get fucked up on my back forty, point my pistol to the sky
    Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, wow, wow, wow
    That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen
    Put him at a pew, he needs some Jesus now, now, now'
    I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
    All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me

    All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
    Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
    Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
    Get fucked up on my back forty, point my pistol to the sky
    Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, Wow, wow, wow
    That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen
    Put him at a pew, he needs some Jesus now, now, now
    I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
    All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until it kills me

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    Composición: David Garcia, Hardy y Hunter Phelps

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