JIM BOB (Live from Red Rocks)

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JIM BOB (Live from Red Rocks)

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[Spoken Intro] This song is called JIM BOB [Verse 1] 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 hurtin' off And they say, "Jim Bob, go to work, quit livin' for the buzz Jim Bob, go to church," 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 [Chorus] "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 forty, point my pistol to the sky Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow That boy's got some demons, hе's a heathen Put him at a pew, hе needs 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 it kills me" [Verse 2] 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 [Chorus] "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 forty, point my pistol to the sky Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen Put him at a pew, he needs 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 it kills me" [Instrumental Break] [Chorus] "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 forty, point my pistol to the sky Make it go pow-pow-pow, somebody gotta go, 'Wow, wow, wow That boy's got some demons, he's a heathen Put him at a pew, he needs 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 it kills me"

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Writers
  • HARDY
  • Hunter Phelps
  • David Garcia