P.O.S.

You can drag every letter of my name on a chain through the Mississippi mud Tell all your friends, your momma and them That I’m a lying, cheating, stealing 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 Yeah, I drive too fast Spend too much time chasing largemouth bass I’m hooked on cussin’, hooked on snuff, And we both know you love that I drink a little cold beer Around hunting season, I disappear You hated my dog You hated my songs I guess you hated it way out here One day you’re gonna try But you ain’t never gonna find Another low down No good Rusty truck driving P.O.S. like me I bet right now you’re running me down at the hair salon saying “yeah, I’m glad he’s gone” But we both know you’re a mile or so from even being close to barely moving on I bet ya missin’ that floorboard trash Up in that Chevrolet® cab I bet you’d like to climb inside Maybe take a long slow ride With a guy that drives too fast Spends too much time chasing largemouth bass He’s hooked on cussin’, hooked on snuff And we both know you love that I drink a little cold beer Around hunting season, I disappear You hated my dogs You hated my songs I guess you hated it way out here One day you’re gonna try But you ain’t never gonna find Another low down No good Rusty truck driving P.O.S. like me So, go on and tell the world I’m good for nothing But 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 chasing largemouth bass He’s hooked on cussin’, hooked on snuff, And I bet she’d be fine with that He drinks a little cold beer Every hunting season, he’ll disappear She’s gonna like my dog And like my songs I bet she’ll love it way out here One day you’re gonna try But you ain’t never gonna find Another low down No good Rusty truck driving Waffle House® eating Overall wearing P.O.S. like me Yeah, a piece of shit like me