Well I jumped right into that rumbleseat and said, "Go on, take me home"
'Cause I've had a bellyfull of all this shit and I'd much rather be alone
When I found my porch and I smoked the torch I finally felt an ease come on
And after a sip right passed my lips I couldn't help but cough and groan
Oh, everybody's always hackin' on people they've never met
And everybody's always harpin' on any damned old word they get
And everybody's always hootin' about something they don't know about yet
And everybody's always hangin' on like their ass hasn't swallowed their head
Well I love to lock my door and I turn off my porch light; it means that day is done
And I can go and rest my broken bones and feel another ease come on
And I can try to forget all these excuses I get from the whiners and carry on
And I can rest my head on my forgiving bed but sometimes I see nothing but red
Oh, everybody's always hackin' on people they've never met
And everybody's always harpin' on any damned old word they get
And everybody's always hootin' about something they don't know about yet
And everybody's always hangin' on like their ass hasn't swallowed their head