Letra de P.O.S. - Riley Green

You can drag every letter of my name

On a chain through the Mississippi mud

Tell all your friends, your mama and them

That I’m a lyin’ cheatin’ stealin’ son of a gun

You can call me every name

You can blame it all on me

You can say I’m an S.O.B. hell I might be

And yeah I drive too fast

Spend too much time chasin’ largemouth bass

And I’m hooked on cussin, I’m hooked on snuff

And we both know you love that

Drink a little cold beer

Every huntin’ season I disappear

You hated my dog, I guess you hated my songs

Hell you hated it way out here

One day you’re gonna try

But you ain’t ever gonna find

Another low down, no good, rusted truck drivin’

Waffle house eatin’ , overall wearin’

Piece of shit like me

Piece of shit like me

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