Letra

Momma looking good in some jeans all ripped Got a baby in her belly and a baby on her hip Little toe headed rascal peeing off the porch Daddy got a shotgun looking for a stork Oh lord And that's po-dunk Don't give a flying hillbilly fuck I said po-dunk House full of youngins and a yard full of junk Love us if you can, sorry if you can't Holla if you in, shut up if you ain't Po-o-o-o-o, po-Dunk Bible by the bed and a bottle sitting pretty Pigskin on the TV, bacon in a skillet An old mutt in the yard lickin on an itch Bunch of fake flamingos flocking by the bitch (Can I get a witness?) And that's po-dunk Don't give a flying hillbilly fuck I said po-dunk A yard full of chickens and a bar full of drunks Love us if you can, sorry if you can't Holla if you in, shut up if you ain't Po-o-o-o-o, po-Dunk Po-dunk! Put your adult beverage over your head If you're bat shit crazy and your neck is red As the dirt on the road where we all grew up Sing something with me if you ain't nothing but (You ain't nothing but, you ain't nothing but, you ain't nothing but) Po-dunk Don't give a flying hillbilly fuck I said po-dunk House full of youngins and a yard full of junk Love us if you can, sorry if you can't Holla if you in, shut up if you ain't Po-o-o-o-o Po-o-o-o-o, po-Dunk Po-Dunk! Po-Dunk! Po-Dunk!
Writer(s): Robert James Ritchie Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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