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Pendejos
2
Country
Pendejos wurde am 4. April 2025 von King Goose Records als Teil des Albums Pendejos - Single veröffentlicht
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Veröffentlichungsdatum4. April 2025
LabelKing Goose Records
SpracheEnglish
Melodizität
Akustizität
Valence
Tanzbarkeit
Energie
BPM130

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Duke Oursler
Duke Oursler
Acoustic Guitar
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Henry Charles Oursler
Henry Charles Oursler
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Duke Oursler
Duke Oursler
Executive Producer

Songtexte

I'm the product of huevos rancheros
Chimichangas on Friday nights
Getting drunker than a couple Pendejos
Casamigos got me feeling just right
Tommy's got big pet python
We feed it chickens twice a month
And that there's Leland picking guitar
You can hear him on the porch out front
He sang
I chipped my tooth on a piece of shot
Hunting them pheasant and quail
Getting drunker than a couple Pendejos
Hammered and tough as Nails
I don't worry to much of what I've got
This country life ain't for sale
When the people come looking
They smell my cooking
They come loping like a bunch of whitetails
Venison
Now Wes, he lives down in that A-frame
Its got barrels that make it float
And when the spring comes around
The snow melts down
Oh his house turns into a boat
Now Kerry's got a bad reputation
For running just a little too hot
But That ol blue smoke
from that ol 2 stroke 
Get you higher than a cosmonaut 
He chipped his tooth on a piece of shot
Hunting them bull Pintails
Getting drunker than a couple Pendejos
Hammered and tough as Nails
We don't worry to much of what we've got
This country life ain't for sale
But when the people come looking
They smell my cooking
Come loping like a bunch of whitetails
Uh huh
Now all you boys raised bird hunters
Walking them, rivers and flats
Keep your eyes peeled towards the sky
It's open season on the plutocrats
I chipped my tooth on a piece of shot
Hunting them coats and tails
Getting drunker than a couple Pendejos
Hammered and tougher as nails
I don't worry to much of what I've got
This country life ain't for sale
But when the people come looking
They smell my cooking
Come loping like a bunch of whitetails
Deer that is
18 point buck
I shot one once
Never found it
Written by: Henry Charles Oursler
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