LICENSE THESE LYRICS AT SONGBAY
Got spinners on the tires
Of my Oldsmobile Roadster
Bouncing my hydraulics
And collecting what I’m owed, sir
Got straw in my teeth and
Knickers on my rear-view
My slugger in my back seat
Collecting what is past due
Tackle in my tag-a-long
Pulling on my gold hitch
Sharpening my scaler
Gutting fish getting rich
My coveralls are creased
Bell bottom hanging low
Carhartt jacket with popped collar
And rhinestones spelling YOLO
Got my tool belt on
Filled with bass lures and a sling blade
Got steel-toe duck boots and
Today I’m going to get paid
The Bufort twins they owe me
And I don’t care who is which
I’ll sink both in the crick
Gutting fish getting rich
Rolling down this dirt road
OG of this whistle stop
Down South at the bottom
Life is good at the top
Got one tan arm
Leaning out with a shotgun
Showing a tattoo on my wrist
Saying I don’t call 911
Got a solid silver buckle
With a picture of a kick mule
It’s the last thing you’ll see
Before I kick your ass, fool
Renfro called the sheriff
That baccy-chewing snitch
Let’s grab a hook and catch him
Gutting fish getting rich
Rolling down this dirt road
OG of this whistle stop
Down South at the bottom
Life is good at the top
Got tin on the side
Of my pimped crib mountain shack
Hot tub on the rusted roof
Moonshine still is out back
Dinner bell’s a-clanging
Standing order from the Waffle Stop
Purple drank in fruit jars
Life is good here at the top
Betty Lou’s got fat heads
Tie snag-free line to fishing switch
Rolling to the catfish hole
Gutting fish getting rich
