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• Artiste: Hayshaker
• Titre: Swamp County
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Well it's a long ways to your front door From this dirt road And my buzz started to wear thin 'Bout an hour and a half ago And some second thoughts have occurred I feel like a gigantic turd Walking barefoot like a hooker at three in the morning You don't even wanna know Why I'm wearing a trash-bag I've got mosquito bites, menthol cigarettes And a black-eye You might think that I smoke crack 'Cause I'm naked underneath this cinch sack But that's how it sometimes goes Down here in Swamp County Swamp County the day sun shines It judges you for your crimes But our tea is sweeter And our nights are cool and long I've got a recipe for trouble You want me to stir some up I've got my hair combed up real nice With pancake syrup And your Mamma ain't too fond of me So I kicked that old b' in the knee You never pick a fight with a woman From Swamp County Swamp County the day sun shines It judges you for your crimes But our tea is sweeter And our nights are cool and long So you fell in the tub At the Howard Johnson Then you yelled apatel Throw-up hotel I love the smell that you are Well it's a long ways to your front door From this dirt road And my buzz started to wear thin 'Bout an hour and a half ago And some second thoughts have occurred I feel like a gigantic turd That's how it sometimes goes Down here in Swamp County Swamp County the day sun shines It judges you for your crimes But our tea is sweeter And our nights are cool and long