You can drag every letter of my name

On a chain through the mississippi mud

Tell all your friends, your mama and them

That I'm a lyin', cheatin', stealin' son of a gun.

You can call me every name

And you can blame it all on me

Say I'm a sorry s-o-b

Hell, I might be.

And, yeah, I drive too fast

Spend too much time chasin' largemouth bass

I'm hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff

And we both know you love that

I drink a little cold beer

Around huntin' season, I disappear

You hated my dog, you hated my songs

I guess you hated it way out here

But one day you're gonna try

But you ain't ever gonna find

Another low-down, no-good, rusted-truck-drivin'

P-o-s like me.

I bet right now you're runnin' me down at the hair salon

Sayin', "yeah, I'm glad he's gone,"

But we both know you're a mile or so

From even bein' close to barely movin' on.

I bet you're missin' that floorboard trash

Up in that chevrolet cab

I bet you'd like to climb inside

And maybe take a long slow ride.

With a guy that drives too fast

Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass

He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff

And we both know you love that

I drink a little cold beer

Around huntin' season, I disappear

You hated my dogs, you hated my songs

I guess you hated it way out here

But one day you're gonna try

But you ain't ever gonna find

Another low-down, no-good, rusted-truck-drivin'

P-o-s like me.

So, go on and tell the world I'm good for nothin'

I bet there's a girl out there that'd love to put up with.

A guy that drives too fast

Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass

He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff

And I'll bet you'd be fine with that

He drinks a little cold beer

Every huntin' season, he'll disappear

She's gonna like my dog, like my songs

I bet she'll love it way out here

One day, you're gonna try

But you ain't ever gonna find

Another low-down, no-good, rusted-truck-drivin'

Waffle house eatin', overall wearin'

P-o-s like me.

Yeah, a piece of shit like me.