Day Late & A Buck Short (Acoustic)

You packed that Mossy Oak

One case of .308

And caught you a blue-eyed doe

But ain't white tail you were chasing

Said, you'd be home by Sunday

But I went to church alone

It's 2 p.m. on Monday

And here you come

Pullin' in the neighbourhood

But you ain't out the woods yet

Smilin' like you had some luck

But that's an empty truck bed

You went out hunting, but forgot your gun

Oh, dear, tell me something, do you think I'm dumb?

Camo can't cover up the smell of her sweet Dior

So, there's your suitcase, baby, on the front porch

'Cause you're a day late, and a buck short (hey)

Go 'head, boy, shoot your shot

Talk your way out of this one

Point blank, yeah, you got caught

And there's nowhere, left to run

Red-handed, with that shade

Of pink lipstick, on your collar

You packed Luccheses

To climb deer stands in the holler

You went out hunting, but forgot your gun

Oh, dear, tell me something, do you think I'm dumb?

Camo can't cover up the smell of her sweet Dior

So, there's your suitcase, baby, on the front porch

'Cause you're a day late, and a buck short (hey)

Day late, and a buck short

A day late, and a buck short

You're a day late, and a buck short

If ya ain't ready to meet the Lord

You better high tail it out the door

'Cause this rifle here ain't yours no more

You went out hunting, but forgot your gun

Oh, dear, tell me something, do you think I'm dumb?

Camo can't cover up the smell, of her sweet Dior

So, there's your suitcase, baby, on the front porch

'Cause you're a day late, and a buck short

There's your suitcase, baby, on the front porch

You're a day late, and a buck short (hey)

Day late, and a buck short

A day late, and a buck short