JIM BOB
Jim Bob drinks his coffee with a Pall Mall and a Keystone
Sits out on his front porch with his flea infested dogs
Caught a little shrapnel from some boom boom in his knee bone
Pops a half a Percocet to keep the hurting off
They say, "Jim Bob, go to work
Quit living for the buzz, Jim Bob, go to church"
But Jim Bob never does
"We don't wanna see you waste your life away"
He lights another cigarette and all he's got to say is
"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow, pow, pow
Somebody gonna go, "Wow, wow, wow
That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen, put him in a pew
He need some Jesus now, now, now"
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until kills me"
Jim Bob's got his name already written on some granite
Main Street Cemetery underneath that water oak
He says he never seen it 'cause he hates them city limits
In the back of a black Cadillac's the only way he'll go, and he goes
"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow, pow, pow
Somebody gonna go, "Wow, wow, wow
That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen, put him in a pew
He need some Jesus now, now, now"
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until kills me"
All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow, pow, pow
Somebody gonna go, "Wow, wow, wow
That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen, put him in a pew
He need some Jesus now, now, now"
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until kills me
Sits out on his front porch with his flea infested dogs
Caught a little shrapnel from some boom boom in his knee bone
Pops a half a Percocet to keep the hurting off
They say, "Jim Bob, go to work
Quit living for the buzz, Jim Bob, go to church"
But Jim Bob never does
"We don't wanna see you waste your life away"
He lights another cigarette and all he's got to say is
"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow, pow, pow
Somebody gonna go, "Wow, wow, wow
That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen, put him in a pew
He need some Jesus now, now, now"
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until kills me"
Jim Bob's got his name already written on some granite
Main Street Cemetery underneath that water oak
He says he never seen it 'cause he hates them city limits
In the back of a black Cadillac's the only way he'll go, and he goes
"All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow, pow, pow
Somebody gonna go, "Wow, wow, wow
That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen, put him in a pew
He need some Jesus now, now, now"
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until kills me"
All I wanna do until they lay my body down's
Take my pills, pay my bills, blow the rest all on some Crown
Fill this Boone and Crockett holler with Country Boy Can Survive
Get fucked up on my back 40, point my pistol to the sky
Make it go pow, pow, pow
Somebody gonna go, "Wow, wow, wow
That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen, put him in a pew
He need some Jesus now, now, now"
I don't know how, how, how or when it will be
All I know's I'm gonna live this redneck life until kills me
Credits
Writer(s): Hunter Phelps, David Garcia, Cody Quistad, Michael Hardy
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