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.