Jay Webb - Drink To Get Drunk

I'ma drink to get drunk Smoke to get high You can hear the sound of the boondocks slur in my drawl From the "yes, ma'am" to the "down yonder" and "y'all" Something 'bout a suit and tie make my neck itch I'll be at the creek where the women get naked Ain't no doubt about it I was raised up wrong and rowdy I'ma drink to get drunk and smoke to get high 'Til the cows come home, 'til the sun don't shine I'ma catch me a buzz or a fish I can fry Middle finger up, beer down on ice I'ma drink to get drunk Smoke to get high I can tell by your clean little two-wheel drive That you ain't never seen a red dirt road in your life Ain't a scuff on your boots, you don't piss outside Ain't a downhome root when I look in your eye And there ain't no doubt about it I was raised up wrong and rowdy I'ma drink to get drunk and smoke to get high 'Til the cows come home, 'til the sun don't shine I'ma catch me a buzz or a fish I can fry Middle finger up, beer down on ice I'ma drink to get drunk Smoke to get high I'ma drink to get drunk Smoke to get high You can hear the sound of the boondocks slur in my drawl From the "yes, ma'am" to the "down yonder" and "y'all" I'ma drink to get drunk and smoke to get high 'Til the cows come home, 'til the sun don't shine I'ma catch me a buzz or a fish I can fry Middle finger up, beer down on ice I'ma drink to get drunk Smoke to get high I'ma drink to get drunk Smoke to get high