Lyrics

He's got a hammock hung up Between a sweet gum and a piece of PVC He's a hot dog griller, and a cold beer killer And he fights for guns and peace He's a college grad with a tat on his back Of a fuzzy memory He pays cash and respects to Merle A single wide dreamer in a double wide world He's a shoulda, coulda, woulda Maybe still he oughta be a– A preacher or professor of highfalutin philosophy He's as easy as that breeze a blowin' Up the skirt on Marilyn Man-rowin' And a-floatin' and a-tokin' down that stream He's an over-qualified-er A bona fide backslider A poet and a know-it-all And a pleasure when he's stoned He works extra hard to not work too hard Grows grass in his backyard And if Heaven ain't for him Hell, I don't wanna go He's a shoulda, coulda, woulda Maybe still he oughta be a– A preacher or professor of highfalutin philosophy Yeah, he's the friend you got that gets with all the willin' girls Single wide dreamin' in a double wide world All the willin' girls He's a shoulda, coulda, woulda Maybe still he oughta be a– A preacher or professor of highfalutin philosophy He's as easy as a breeze a-blowin' Up the skirt on Marilyn Man-rowin' And a-floatin' and a-tokin' down that stream Yeah, he's the friend ya got that gets with all the willin' girls Single wide dreamin' in a double wide world He's a single wide dreamer in a double wide world
Writer(s): Aaron Raitiere, Jonathan W Decious Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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