PoDrunk
Got a broken down Caddy
And a 30 rack of Natty
Lippin' Skoal like candy in the 'docks
Rollin' like we're fifth class
Bottle in a brown bag
Take me to the corner stop
Pass it 'round, burn it out, throw it down
If you wanna, tonight we're gonna (we're gonna get)
Podrunk, messed up
Out in the middle of, the middle of nowhere, nowhere
Red cups, raised up
Y'all turning up for a couple of cold beers
It's what we do when there's nothing to do
You can call it what you want to
But when the day is done, it's in our blood
This backwoods buzz (Podrunk)
Jamming songs we like
Smoking on the peace pipe
Listenin' to Dimebag wail
Howlin' in the moonlight
Everybody feeling right
Drinkin' every drop 'til it's dry
We gonna get
Podrunk, messed up
Out in the middle of, the middle of nowhere, nowhere
Red cups, raised up
Y'all turning up for a couple of cold beers
It's what we do when there's nothing to do
You can call it what you want to
But when the day is done, it's in our blood
This backwoods buzz (Podrunk)
Podrunk, messed up
Out in the middle of, the middle of nowhere, nowhere
Red cups, raised up
Y'all turning up for a couple of cold beers
It's what we do when there's nothing to do
You can call it what you want to
But when the day is done, it's in our blood
This backwoods buzz (Podrunk)
Podrunk
Podrunk
And a 30 rack of Natty
Lippin' Skoal like candy in the 'docks
Rollin' like we're fifth class
Bottle in a brown bag
Take me to the corner stop
Pass it 'round, burn it out, throw it down
If you wanna, tonight we're gonna (we're gonna get)
Podrunk, messed up
Out in the middle of, the middle of nowhere, nowhere
Red cups, raised up
Y'all turning up for a couple of cold beers
It's what we do when there's nothing to do
You can call it what you want to
But when the day is done, it's in our blood
This backwoods buzz (Podrunk)
Jamming songs we like
Smoking on the peace pipe
Listenin' to Dimebag wail
Howlin' in the moonlight
Everybody feeling right
Drinkin' every drop 'til it's dry
We gonna get
Podrunk, messed up
Out in the middle of, the middle of nowhere, nowhere
Red cups, raised up
Y'all turning up for a couple of cold beers
It's what we do when there's nothing to do
You can call it what you want to
But when the day is done, it's in our blood
This backwoods buzz (Podrunk)
Podrunk, messed up
Out in the middle of, the middle of nowhere, nowhere
Red cups, raised up
Y'all turning up for a couple of cold beers
It's what we do when there's nothing to do
You can call it what you want to
But when the day is done, it's in our blood
This backwoods buzz (Podrunk)
Podrunk
Podrunk
Credits
Writer(s): Bobby Evans, Steve Smentek, Tom Pino
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