Lacs is one of the 19 regions of Côte d'Ivoire. The region's capital is Yamoussoukro. Covering 8,940 km², its population (2002 est.) is 597,500.
The region is divided into three departments: Tiébissou, Toumodi, and Yamoussoukro.
Coordinates: 6°50′N 5°10′W / 6.833°N 5.167°W / 6.833; -5.167
Warren Anderson Mathis (born March 6, 1977), known by his stage name Bubba Sparxxx, is an American Southern rapper. His biggest hit is "Ms. New Booty" featuring The Ying Yang Twins which peaked at #7 in the United States. He is also noted for his hit singles "Deliverance" and "Ugly".
Born Warren Anderson Mathis on March 6, 1977, Sparxxx is of French descent, and grew up in a rural area north of LaGrange, Georgia, a town 65 miles southwest of Atlanta. His father was a school bus driver, and his mother was a grocery store cashier. His closest neighbor, who lived half a mile away, introduced Mathis to rap music through mixtapes mailed from New York City. The music of 2 Live Crew was his introduction to hip-hop; he began listening to West Coast gangsta rap such as N.W.A and Too Short and the Atlanta duo OutKast. With rapping as a hobby, Mathis was a tight end and linebacker for his high school's football team and earned All-Region honors in his senior year.Steve Herndon, a former offensive lineman for the NFL teams Atlanta Falcons and Denver Broncos, played football with Mathis during high school, according to an interview with Down-South.com. In 2007, he moved from Atlanta to Tampa.
Michel Sardou (born 26 January 1947) is a French singer.
He was born in Paris, the son of Fernand Sardou and Jackie Rollin (Jackie Sardou). Contrary to claims common towards the beginning of his career, he is not the grandson of the dramatist Victorien Sardou. However, he is the father of the French novelist Romain Sardou, and the actor Davy Sardou.
He is known not only for his love songs ("La Maladie d'Amour"), but also for songs dealing with various social and political issues, such as the rights of women in Islamic countries, clerical celibacy, colonialism and the death penalty. Another sometimes controversial theme found in some of his songs ("Les Ricains" and "Monsieur le Président de France" for example) is his respect and support for the culture and foreign policies of the United States. He has been accused of being a racist due to his 1976 song : Le temps des colonies where he sang positively about colonialism and slavery. He has focused his full attention on his homeland, ignoring the prospect of an international audience, although his 1981 single "Les Lacs du Connemara" did manage to become a big international hit. A number of his hit songs were written in collaboration with Jacques Revaux, a few others (most notably "En Chantant") with Italian singer Toto Cutugno.
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In May 2010, he was announced as one of the first signings for the returning Sydney Kings.
Yeah
Lady got a man, but her man don’t know
Get down, get drunk let it get low
Give me the chance and I’ma slide on through
Three point stance girl get a little room
12 gauge hit with a slap jack bite
Make them boys in the club get right
Man on the phone tell her I said hi
Jeans so tight woman ain’t no lie
So pour me a shot and let me get one more
And get your little pretty ass back on the floor
Making an ol’ country boy say oh, oh, oh, oh
You know you got it baby
That country walk you do
You know you drive me crazy
That country walk you do (Lookin’ for a country girl)
You know you got it baby (Lookin’ for a country girl)
That country walk you do (Lookin’ for a country girl)
You know you drive me crazy (Lookin’ for a country girl)
That country walk you do
No hotel no motel in the back of a field
A little Conway Twitty and the seat laid back
And I know she know the deal
Got a sexy little body and it move
Ain’t no need in actin’ shy
My little di-di-di-di-dixie girl love to shake hers all the time
No hotel no motel in the back of a field
A little Conway Twitty and the seat laid back
And I know she know the deal
You know you got it baby
That country walk you do
You know you drive me crazy
That country walk you do (Lookin’ for a country girl)
You know you got it baby (Lookin’ for a country girl)
That country walk you do (Lookin’ for a country girl)
You know you drive me crazy (Lookin’ for a country girl)
That country walk you do
Now heel to toe, dosy-do
Baby let me see that dance
I saw you from across the room
And I think I got a chance
Let me buy you a drank, sang you a song
Cuz you sure are fine
And if you wanna go back to my world baby
Just hop in the 4 wheel drive
Good lawdy go-go-good lawdy
Look at that broad in them shorty-shorts
Everybody in the place get off the wall
Watch a little country girl shake-sh-shake it all
In a little bitty faded jean skirt
Short John Deere green t-shirt
Up to her knees in her cowboy boots
Getting down on the floor where she letting loose
And the little country girl said her name was Trixie
Say she got a man, well how bad is he
Says that she love it when I’m whistling Dixie
You know you got it baby
That country walk you do
You know you drive me crazy
That country walk you do (Lookin’ for a country girl)
You know you got it baby (Lookin’ for a country girl)
That country walk you do (Lookin’ for a country girl)
You know you drive me crazy (Lookin’ for a country girl)
That country walk you do
You know you got it baby
That country walk you do
You know you drive me crazy
That country walk you do (Lookin’ for a country girl)
You know you got it baby (Lookin’ for a country girl)
That country walk you do (Lookin’ for a country girl)
You know you drive me crazy (Lookin’ for a country girl)
That country walk you do
If I wasted my whole life like I done this far
Would it make you happy to know
I did it your way, well I don’t think so
And I don’t know who appointed you
The one to tell me my point of view
And I can’t bare the lies you tell
Sorry but I wasn’t raised that well
So I’ll wipe the blood off my knuckles
Comb my hair and fix my clothes
Clean myself up and settle the score
And keep coming back for more-or-or-ore
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what the hell to do
For once, I’m gonna do it my way
I’ve listened to ‘em way too long
So if I fail it’ll be my wrong-ong-ong-ong
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how the hell to live
For once I gotta do it my way
And if you don’t wanna believe
Then y’all just wait and see-oh-oh-oh
If I had money and a model wife and a brand new car
Would it make you happy to know
I did it your way, well I don’t think so
I can’t please everybody all the time
And y’all done cluttered up my mind
I aim my truth right at your lies
And I will not apologize
So wipe that look up off of your face
Close your mouth and give me my space
Cuz I don’t want what you’re looking for
And I deserve a little more-or-or-ore
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what the hell to do
For once, I’m gonna do it my way
I’ve listened to ‘em way too long
So if I fail it’ll be my wrong-ong-ong-ong
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how the hell to live
For once I gotta do it my way
And if you don’t wanna believe
Then y’all just wait and see-oh-oh-oh
And as the days go by and the nights get longer
And the haters keep a hating and the feelings getting stronger
Tellin’ me what I could have been, spoken like a hypocrite
Tell me what I should be now, like I really give a shit
My life, my ways, my job, my habits is all intent to teach about
You read my dreams, it seem you need to practice what you preach about
I listened to y’all, damn ‘em all, and I was wrong a bunch
But I gotta do it, screw it, I’m doing it my way for once
See for once I’m gonna do it my way
For way too long, it’ll be my wrong
How to live now
I guess you don’t wanna believe
Then y’all just wait and see
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what the hell to do
For once, I’m gonna do it my way
I’ve listened to ‘em way too long
So if I fail it’ll be my wrong-ong-ong-ong
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how the hell to live
For once I gotta do it my way
And if you don’t wanna believe
Then y’all just wait and see-oh-oh-oh
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me what the hell to do
For once, I’m gonna do it my way
I’ve listened to ‘em way too long
So if I fail it’ll be my wrong-ong-ong-ong
Ain’t nobody gonna tell me how the hell to live
For once I gotta do it my way
We were walking through the tall grass
Headin’ down to the swimming hole
And these beers ain’t gonna last
You know we’re always needing more
Just looking for a good time
Laid back and livin’ slow
Everybody’s feeling fine, watching that sun get low
I watched the sun fade out in that big red sky
I’m just a creek bank chillin’ it’s the time of my life
Navigatin’ through the tall grass swimming and fishin’
With the cane poles bobbers and a bucket of crickets
Laid up on that gator slide sippin’ that wine
And catchin’ all the white perches hittin’ the line
I got to get a mess for later on in the night
Cuz fish and grits is the shit when it’s cooked just right
I got Mr. Smith’s daughter hangin’ onto my arm
We just some country boys and girls getting down on the farm
And the bright summer sun couldn’t get much hotter
So the shirts come off and we jump in the water
I love going to a place that everybody goes
And livin’ in a town that everybody knows
Bless take it slow and just see where it goes
I love livin’ my life where the tall grass grows
We were walking through the tall grass
Headin’ down to the swimming hole
And these beers ain’t gonna last
You know we’re always needing more
Just looking for a good time
Laid back and livin’ slow
Everybody’s feeling fine, watching that sun get low
Ole bright suns shinning on some tanned up legs
Ole grilled up sausage on a piece of white bread
It don’t get much better for some folks like us
And there ain’t no rebel gonna stop my buck
And them young’ns on a 4 wheeler stirrin’ up dust
Billy hidin’ in his truck tryin’ roll one up
Just a few good things in my life that I love
Just a few good things that’s in my blood
If I ever die young don’t cry for me
Cuz if my spirit lives on you know where I’ll be
There ain’t many boys out there that ain’t been found
Rip everything but pines up outta the ground
While me and my friends take time real slow
Drop it down to 4 low and let it sooth my soul
Everyday get stuck in a big mud hole
Just sit right there and watch the sun get low
We were walking through the tall grass
Headin’ down to the swimming hole
And these beers ain’t gonna last
You know we’re always needing more
Just looking for a good time
Laid back and livin’ slow
Everybody’s feeling fine
Watching that sun get low
Oooh
Watching that sun get low
Livin’ slow, laid back and livin’ slow
Watching that sun get low
Watching that sun get low
You know I’m feelin’ fine, feelin’ fine
Drinkin’ cold beer out of paper sacks
Lovin’ them girls, chasin’ them squirrels
Welcome all of y’all to a country boys world
Lawd have mercy, hope y’all thirsty
Let’s get drunk a dance a jig
This is how we does it, down in the country
Welcome everybody to the shindig
Head out to the field about a quarter to 10
See all the Lac boys and a couple of friends
We got 17 kegs and we ready to drink
We got 8 big speakers steady crankin’ the Hank
Little girlies flockin’ in and it’s me on the grill
Side step to the bed, grab a seat and just chill
We got Willie and McGraw ringing Hank on the phone
Cuz we ‘bout to have a field party 10 miles long
Shindig party tonight
We gonna rock this town till the morning light
Tell the pos, chill out there ain’t nothing wrong
Ain’t gonna stop the show until the cows go home
Shindig party tonight
We gonna rock this town till the morning light
Tell the pos, chill out there ain’t nothing wrong
Ain’t gonna stop the show until the cows go home
One of a kind y’all they call us southern
Yeah down in Dixieland, no other
We work all week, but we’d rather be fishin’
We’d rather be drinkin’ and party for a livin’
Way back in the field where it all go down
30 miles out of town, you in the country now
Take a right at the dirt and a left at the pig pen
I know you never heard of such this is a Shindig
Hot damn look at all these broads
A cold red head with a 2 piece on
Where the bbq be on the grill
Where the bud be on the chill
Make my way to the horseshoe throw
Don’t like that straight that Georgia smoke
Don’t choke, I bet you will
When them girls right there they dressed to kill
Shindig party tonight
We gonna rock this town till the morning light
Tell the pos, chill out there ain’t nothing wrong
Ain’t gonna stop the show until the cows go home
Uh uh
Come here little baby let me light ya fire
Hop right up in the 4 wheel drive
Big full load now we ready to go
Let your hair down and enjoy the show
Everybody feelin’ okay
Mix shine with that OJ
If you don’t know what this is
Babydoll it’s a shindig
Shindig party tonight
We gonna rock this town till the morning light
Tell the pos, chill out there ain’t nothing wrong
Ain’t gonna stop the show until the cows go home
Shindig party tonight
We gonna rock this town till the morning light
Tell the pos, chill out there ain’t nothing wrong
Ain’t gonna stop the show until the cows go home
Shindig party tonight
We gonna rock this town till the morning light
Tell the pos, chill out there ain’t nothing wrong
I need my 40, stop by this store
Got a buddy named Red Diamond
Drank a quart of that Bud Light and he
Waltzed down to the deep side and he
Jumps off with a crooked little smile
Then around about the time that the cops came
He was drunker than a virgin on her first date
And I know that he ain’t gonna cooperate
47 something years now he’s still fit the same
Red Diamond man, he’s livin’ life like a modern day outlaw
Red Diamond man
Red Diamond man, he’s livin’ life like a modern day outlaw
Red Diamond man
He works hard for a week’s pay
2 jobs nearly every single day
And it ain’t often that you see him in town
But about twice a month he’ll be making his rounds
Hits the corner store and buys 12 pints
A case of Red Man and some homemade shine
The 4 wheel drive headed back to the woods
Whiskey bent and hell bound boy don’t it feel good
Red Diamond man, he’s livin’ life like a modern day outlaw
Red Diamond man
Red Diamond man, he’s livin’ life like a modern day outlaw
Red Diamond man
[x2]
Barefooted as a yard dog he don’t even wear shoes
Rebel of his time got a confederate flag tattoo
Smell like cigarettes and you can catch a hint of booze
Has a whole lot of nothing, he ain’t got a lot to lose
He like to drink a little beer, he like to sip a little shine
Cruisin’ dirt roads at night so he can ease his mind
See he lost in the moment just enjoying his time
He’s a country boy, simple man, livin’ his life
Red Diamond man, he’s livin’ life like a modern day outlaw
Red Diamond man
Red Diamond man, he’s livin’ life like a modern day outlaw
Red Diamond man
Yeah, ooh, yeah
[Intro:]
Kickin' up mud [x3]
[Verse 1:]
I'm just a country boy
With a big ole truck
The only way I ride
I keep it jacked up
I got some big tires
They make some big ruts
And every time I drive
Yeah, I be kickin' up mud
(Kickin' up mud)
I got that realtree
Across the leather seats
I got two twelve's in the back
Bumpin' coming down the streets
I'm cranking Johnny Cash
I'm talking Men in Black
And if you don't like it then
Y'all can kiss my country ass
(I'm kickin' up mud)
30.06 on my back gun rack
See a whitetail buck
Put him on his back
7mm or 12 gauge shotty
We ain't tryin' to get drunk or hurt nobody
Lordy lordy you got a sexy body
Just get muddy and shake it shawty
Crunk in the mud slap getting' drunk
Dirty dancing kickin' up mud
[Chorus:]
Big truck, big tires
Slangin' mud to the sky
Living low, riding high
Kickin' up mud in my 4 wheel drive
Kickin' up mud
Big truck big tires
Slangin' mud to the sky
Living low, riding high
Kickin' up mud in my 4 wheel drive
[Verse 2:]
Cut me loose let me go
I gotta go find that mud hole
Feel so sweet I just creep
But call it my riverado
Better bring your rope, bring your chain
We get riled up when it starts to rain
Like oh my, look at that truck
I bet ya a bill that it won't get stuck
(Kickin' up mud)
Pulled up slow pulled up nice Mickey Thompson's 45's
Pretty little girl with some tanned up thighs
Askin' me if she can ride
Like what you think girl? Hop on in
Pick the hole and I'll drive it in
Floored the gas we slippin' slidin'
Paintin' that truck behind us
Uh! Oh!
(Kickin' up mud)
[Chorus:]
Big truck, big tires
Slangin' mud to the sky
Living low, riding high
Kickin' up mud in my 4 wheel drive
Kickin' up mud
Big truck big tires
Slangin' mud to the sky
Living low, riding high
Kickin' up mud in my 4 wheel drive
[Bridge:]
I got some claws on them super swampers
Pokin' out the sides
I'm sittin' tall, holla at me if ya wantin' to ride
I guessin' all these sexy women
Tryna jump in my truck
I'm just a river ridin' junkie
And I'm kickin' up mud
Kickin' up mud
Kickin' up mud
Kickin' up mud
Kickin' up mud
Naww!
[Chorus:]
Big truck, big tires
Slangin' mud to the sky
Living low, riding high
Kickin' up mud in my 4 wheel drive
Kickin' up mud
Big truck big tires
Slangin' mud to the sky
Living low, riding high
Kickin' up mud in my 4 wheel drive
[Outro:]
[Verse 1:]
I slam my glass on the bar not thinking 'bout where you are
But I know the liquor won't last
And I'm probably gonna take it way too far
I'm DUI on the way to your house but I know deep down
That I'm never gonna see you again
Still I drive by slow and turn the Kenny up loud
Tin man cause it's kinda how I'm feeling now
I ain't gonna find a way to get you back
And I did you wrong and I can't change that
Maybe the crying will go and lay me flat
Wake up and do the same tomorrow
[Chorus:]
So pour me another shot to get you off my mind
And pour me another shot and then I've got to ride baby
And pour me another shot to get you off my mind
And pour me another shot and then I got to ride
[Verse 2:]
I ain't even thought about ya baby for the whole week long
And lately I just work eat sleep and I'm gone
I got the weekend coming then it's time to unwind
5 o'clock Friday evening and it's quitting time
So I head to the bar with a couple of friends
And all they heads turn when you stroll in
You didn't even speak when you walked right by
Hey... but I saw that look in your eye
Looks like you want a reconciliation
But baby girl it's a bad situation
I'm big cause the bartender's hot
And me and her are leaving after one more shot
So uh
[Chorus:]
So pour me another shot to get you off my mind
And pour me another shot and then I've got to ride baby
And pour me another shot to get you off my mind
And pour me another shot and then I got to ride, oh yes I do
[Verse 3:]
How 'bout another round will you mix me up a strong one
I don't wanna 'member when I wake up in the morning
I don't care to talk cause the whiskey still callin'
Can't believe she gone I guess I miss all the warnings
A lot I could have done just to keep her from leaving
I thought she was the one but I guess I was dreaming
What I thought was a part of me is now a part of my past
And I know ya feeling me, ya mind feeling my glass [?]
Sitting in a bar, see I'm glued to the stool
And I feel a lil' foolish being here singin' the blues
I can't sing one note and I can't carry a tune
But I'll have another shot and dedicate it to you
[Chorus:]
So pour me another shot to get you off my mind
And pour me another shot and then I've got to ride baby
And pour me another shot to get you off my mind
And pour me another shot and then I got to ride, oh yes I do
Meet me on the bar top, hard shots
Nothin' less baby til we make this party start,
We got nothin' else to do.
Put the money in the jukebox, sad song, nothin' wrong with it
If you mix it all in with beer. Yeah, I've gotta have that domestic brew
Get me on the dance floor, ten more shots, I'm on,
And I'm gonna party till the early morn'.
Turn the cell phone off, put them Lac boys on.
Ain't nobody gonna go home.
Cause me and my boys get drunk, till the sun comes up.
And if I ain't doin' that, hell, I ain't havin' fun.
Talk a little, I shoot the Jack
Maybe call up miss Mary Jane.
When the lady gets mad, I just tilt one back.
And me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys get drunk.
Put my cup in the sky, on a cold river night
Just made some moonshine, taste that sweet apple pie
Got the bonfire blowing in the back of the house.
See there's one way in, and one way out.
Cause I'm a dirt road rider
With some spiked up cider
Me and my boys 'bout to pull an all nighter
With the big loud speakers in the back of the truck
Gettin' loud, gettin' drunk, till sun comes up. Hey!
Cause me and my boys get drunk, till the sun comes up.
And if I ain't doin' that, hell, I ain't havin' fun.
Talk a little, I shoot the Jack
Maybe call up miss Mary Jane.
When the lady gets mad, I just tilt one back.
And me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys get drunk.
Just call me up, I'm headin' to town.
If I'm comin, then I'm comin to stay.
Set 'em up, I knock 'em down.
And knock it out the way.
I've been drinkin' for years
Straight tequila and beers
And through the laughter and tears
Through the boos and the cheers
And man the man in the mirrors
And thought of callin' it quits
But I'm still finishin' my beers
He's still raisin' his fists
I think I got too many sunrises under my belt
I act a fool just as soon as we get done with this here.
I go to town like old Chesney, man I ain't back yet.
I'm blowin' [?] from Texas to Georgia bit,
I like to bust a fat chill, take a big swill
Got so drunk I can't remember if I ate them pills
Aw damn, what is this bottle in my hand.
I'm just sayin. Just woke up in my truck.
Still not givin' a damn.
Me and these Lacs ain't even makin' up noise.
Cans cracked, tilted back, stack to stacks.
Just as we're tellin' these stories.
And man I think I'm 'bout to run on my boys.
Ridin' stong, grippin' hard, actin fast, singing songs.
Me and my boys.
Cause me and my boys get drunk, till the sun comes up.
And if I ain't doin' that, hell, I ain't havin' fun.
Talk a little, I shoot the Jack
Maybe call up miss Mary Jane.
When the lady gets mad, I just tilt one back.
And me and my boys gon' drink.
Me and my boys gon' drink.
If I go back home alone tonight
Two blue pills another bottle
Lord and I don't need to chase her
Now that you're gone
You know that's the only thing that's left of me
There's so many pictures you didn't have to burn
So much love that I didn't even earn
Oh get drunk boy
That's the only thing that's left for me
(Left for me, left for me)
I just let her go let her leave
Tear wiped away with the end of a sleeve
So much pain so much grief
All she had do it in just one week
But I miss her anyway
Could've had her best friend any day
As I pulled away in my Chevrolet
Thinkin' to myself it's a hell of a day
I washed my hands I'm checkin' out
I think it through without a doubt
Told her that I want her out
Guess she stayin' at her momma's house
All these things I do for spite
Got a love chalked up to foolish pride
But it's OK it's alright
Have another beer and call it a night
If I go back home alone tonight
Two blue pills another bottle
Lord and I don't need to chase her
Now that you're gone
You know that's the only thing that's left of me
There's so many pictures you didn't have to burn
So much love that I didn't even earn
Oh get drunk boy
That's the only thing that's left for me
(Left for me, left for me)
Get a lil' bit restless sometimes
I get my drink on too
Something inside me lights up a wildfire
I take a pill or two
Just to dry my eyes yeah
90 proof bottle sittin' on my bedside
Goodnight lil' lady hope you had a good time
But this ain't the way it's supposed to be
If I go back home alone tonight
Two blue pills another bottle
Lord and I don't need to chase her
Now that you're gone
You know that's the only thing that's left of me
There's so many pictures you didn't have to burn
So much love that I didn't even earn
Oh get drunk boy
That's the only thing that's left for me
(Left for me, left for me)
And as a sad song plays on
Same ol' story of a broken home
Sittin' here drunk and stoned
By myself, broke and alone
Let's just say I called you up
To see how you are, say what's up
Ask you what you doin' tonight
Say hey lil' lady won't you stop on by
But I know that'll never happen
So I'ma keep drinkin' and keep on yappin'
On how we were long time ago
How we fell apart, how we grew so cold
Have a couple of cold Lights
Laugh about our old fights
Reminisce on the old times
Girl it's feelin' so right
If I go back home alone tonight
Two blue pills another bottle
Then I don't need to chase her
Now that you're gone
You know that's the only thing that's left of me
There's so many pictures you didn't have to burn
So much love that I didn't even earn
Oh get drunk boy
That's the only thing that's left for me
[Intro:]
I got designated driver tonight
So I thought that I might get drunk
I told Jimmy that he could decide what I'm drinkin'
Cause I didn't care what
Summer party back in the woods
About seven hundred people there
I said I'd hit the karaoke machine
And sang Garth in my underwear
[Chorus:]
And I can blame it on the Wild Turkey
For the cussing and the gettin' loud
I was surprised some ole boys didn't jump me
Because they say that I was showin' out
I'd like to thank everyone that didn't call the law
To come and drag me in
Last night you saw me drankin' Wild Turkey
But you'll never see me drink it again
[Verse 1:]
Well they say that I was tryin' every girl that was hot
Said I was hangin' up all up on them, if they were married or not
Well my jaw was kinda hurtin' in the morning light
Yep, I think it got slapped a couple dozen times
Eleven twenty and ole Jimmy left an hour ago
I'm purdy sure that he's the one who's gonna to carry me home
Well my guts is feeling funny so I found me a spot
I started calling dinosaurs right between two cars
Well, played it off nice, I told them I was mentally I'll
But when they smelt my breath they knew what it was
[Chorus:]
And I can blame it on the Wild Turkey
For the cussing and the gettin' loud
I was surprised some ole boys didn't jump me
Because they say that I was showin' out
I'd like to thank everyone that didn't call the law
To come and drag me in
Last night you saw me drankin' Wild Turkey
But you'll never see me drink it again
[Verse 2:]
Them turkey suds got me drunk
I hit the ditch and rolled my truck
I borrowed a car got it stuck
Over the fenders up in mud
A seventy six Pontiac I hope my friend don't want it back
But if he does he'll probably cuss
And try to fight and all that stuff
Early morning waking up my breath stanking' feeling rough
If you gonna be dumb you gotta be tough
I had a good dinner but throwed it up
Gettin' drunk a hour later
Shot in the chest with a taser
The cop said I hit my head
Front page on the county paper
[Chorus:]
And I can blame it on the Wild Turkey
For the cussing and the gettin' loud
I was surprised some ole boys didn't jump me
Because they say that I was showin' out
I'd like to thank everyone that didn't call the law
To come and drag me in
Last night you saw me drankin' Wild Turkey