I DON'T MISS

Ten years old, .243

Big tall tine creeping through the pine trees

Held my breath, steadied my gun

Put it right there where the good blood runs

Tracked his ass down, made the front page

Up there at the deer camp to this day

He's hangin' with the rest of my boones

As proof

That I don't miss

I don't miss

I don't miss

Mr. Redneck taking you to school, I

Don't hit nothin' but the bullseye

Find one shit song in the archive

Bet ya have a hard time

I don't miss

I left town after nineteen years

A buncha you'll be backs ringin' in my ears

Now I'm up here gettin' hit up for front row tickets from the same shit talker sellin' ditch weed

Workin' at the Conoco

That I don't miss

I don't miss

I don't miss

Mr. Redneck taking you to school, I

Don't hit nothin' but the bullseye

Find one shit song in the archive

Bet ya have a hard time

I don't miss (Miss)

I don't fucking miss (Miss)

Yeah

I ain't Jordan but my first name's Michael

And I swear with my hand on the Bible

Long as y'all keep feelin' this shit

Well I'ma keep shooting 'cause

I don't miss

Whoa, whoa

Whoa, whoa

I don't miss

Mr. Redneck taking you to school, I

Don't hit nothing but the bullseye

Find one shit song in the archive

Bet ya have a hard time

I don't miss