Well, I built a little shack
I'm gonna stay until the bank says
Right out in front of my house
They were blastin' 12 gauges
Now it ain't no fun wakin'
Especially if you got you
And let me tell ya, it make me wanna run
Gave them boys a piece of my mind
but they got guns from the stern to bow
So I got me some outside speakers
and turned up pretty loud
I reckon if I was gonna be awake
I'm gonna flood the wilderness
Maybe that would give the camouflage
a hint that we did not want them around
But it had the opposite effect
They were doing the honky -tonk,
and the cotton -eyed joke
and the booza -scoo -boogie
I think I saw Macarena electric slide
They's getting on down to making waves
in the perfectly weighted
They's getting on down to making waves
in the perfectly weighted
I reckon those camouflage pappas
when they were surrounded.
Shootin' guns, killin' things
Obviously we were raised differently
and I can understand that fact.
But I can't understand blasting 12 gauges
at 5 a .m. out in front of my shack.
Well, that's just rude, man.
And it's loud. I mean, loud.
I imagine they were float
before the land we had won.
I imagine life -changing talks
in the boat between the papi
that the pappy told the boy
about the birds and the bees
that the boy told the pappy
he's in love with his best friend Steve
I don't know, I just had my binoculars
They were doing the honky -tonk,
boogity -toosh, poosh, and straw
I think I saw a microwave,
in the perfectly weighted
in the perfectly weighted
both the good and the good old boys,
and if we met we'd get along
it lies within their fate
Cause this city slicker here eats meat
That's real I reckon they're
Right then both kids crawled in
and turned the favorite TV show on
So I cranked up the outside speakers
but the camouflage boys did not sing along
It went la la la la, la la la la,
at 110 dB across the wilderness
La la la la, la la la la, Elmo's World
And the floss boys looked up at the stack
and started up their engines
And they left without saying goodbye
There was no more honky -tonk,
no more cotton -eyed joke
No more tangle with the sheriff,
no more boot -scoop boogie,
no more toosh -poosh, no more straw
Wake me up with your shotgun,
Something like that make a good
man like me indeed the hunk
One day I'm either gonna get locked up
or shot for impeding the hunt.