10 Lbs of S#!T

Got myself a white-tail right off the back steps

After forty hours at Goodyear rubber mill

Turn my 401k to Alabama Red Clay

Grew a field of corn, now the corn is my whiskey

Whiskey makes me frisky, play this old six-string

Met a little lady, now we got a little baby

Bronco in the front yard, life ain't so hard

Now we're jamming yellow-hammer, Eastaboga, Alabama

Can you hear it?

This train whistle in my head

My business is, oh, getting shit done

And I won't stop till I'm dead

Oh, too much

Of a good thing ain't half bad

My castle, my queen

Self-proclaimed dang king of the 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag

I can turn a torque wrench, Copenhagen snuff pinch

Put a 4 on the floor in a 454

Pick you up a picnic

Write a song, catch a fish

Cut your grass, fix your sink

Share my faith, mix a drink

So can you hear it?

This train whistle in my head

My business is, oh, getting shit done

And I won't stop till I'm dead

Oh, too much

Of a good thing ain't half bad

My castle, my queen

Self-proclaimed dang king of the 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag

Plant the fields, grow the crop

Make the wine, train your dogs

Almost died, back again

Jesus is my best friend

Shrimp boil, change your oil

Save your money and your soul

Spring breaking, gas station

Legend of the mistaken

Pin it back and give 'em hell

Dropping bass in the well

Denim, Denim, denim jeans

Snake skin boot dream

Appalachian James Brown

Hot grease, hot damn

Believer in the promised land

Sasquatch and aliens

So can you hear it?

This train whistle in my head

My b-b-business is, oh, getting shit done

And I won't stop till I'm dead

Oh, too much

Of a good thing ain't half bad

My castle, my queen

Self-proclaimed dang king of the 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag

10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag

10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag