Rather Be

I'd rather be seven beers deep With a Coleman cooler propping up my feet My ass in a lawn char, floating on the breeze in a Sun Tracker I'd rather be tucked in a pit blind Somewhere on the Mississippi-Louisiana state line Waitin' on them greenheads to do a fly by, lip full of tobacco When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be I'd rather be stripping off shingles on a July roof down in Tishomingo Workin' like a dog, livin' in a single-wide Yes, I would I'd rather be stuck at your mama's Watching midday reruns of her favorite dramas Wearin' my pajamas, neck deep in Days of Our Lives When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be Yeah, all the places I'd rather be Oh, let me hear it How I leave my clothes on the floor Track dirt through the door And don't bother cleanin' up Let me hear 'bout the guy you wish I was When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be There's a lot of places I'd rather be