Cigar stickin' out of my face Earnhardt racing sticker on the window Primer and rust all over the door Scarred up knuckles, Mack belt buckle White t-shirt, ain't afraid to work Got a "what-are-you-looking-at-pretty-boy" smirk
Work boots, one blue suit Size too small, don't wear at all Unless somebody kicks, gets hitched Up with sun, off on the run Makin' money money, cause I want to have fun 5 o'clock whistle, off like a missile Got a hot date, girl named Kate Think's I'm cool, 'cause I shoot straight Ain't one thing about her fake She's long and tall, and she goes great with
I ain't never heard nothin' like that
And that's all right with me
Ah, that's me and my buddies That didn't turn out too good Yeah, that's a real gun in that gun rack No I don't have a permit for it You got a permit to ask stupid questions like that? Gonna hurt you boy, get away from me.