Album: Live At The Vera
He's got a one bedroom trailer, an' a brand-new satellite dish, a warm beer an' a remote control in his two clenched fists, An' he sits in his chair, thinking of all the things he's missed Livin' on crank, pork rinds, and cold beer It's Saturday night, time to go hunt some queers With his momma's 38, he can blow away all his fears
He's a hayseed time bomb, livin' in a turkey shoot He's thumbin' into town, to try an' sell his boots He spent all his money on a one-eyed prostitute He's headin' into town, riding on a derailed train The devil's playin' skeeball deep inside his brain! People in this town will never forget his name