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Well here she goes again
Phone call shit talkin' with her friends
I'm playin dumb, wonderin' what I did
Like I didn't tie one on
So what, I stayed out
She aint gotta yell so damn loud
Tryin to find a knob to turn this thing down
I swear to drunk I aint God
Well that didn't work, it just turned it up
Looks like I'm spendin' the night in my truck
I hate that I aint prince charming
What'ch you expect from a boy who grew up on the farm when
I got my degree out in B F E
Huntin Fishin Killin Shit University
Known to work hard and play hard and fist fight
Don't mean I cant lay you down, love you all night
I call it like I see it, if you don't like it, leave it
If thats makes me a Son of A Bitch... then S.O.B. IT
We're not the perfect match
But light us up and throw us on a tank of gas
I'll burn this town down over her ass
Right now she's just pissed off
Give it the night I'll be back in the house
With her and the dogs and a beer on the couch
I hate that I aint prince charming
What'ch you expect from a boy who grew up on the farm when
I got my degree out in B F E
Huntin Fishin Killin Shit University
Known to work hard and play hard and fist fight
Don't mean I cant lay you down, love you all night
I call it like I see it, if you don't like it, leave it
If thats makes me a Son of A Bitch... then S.O.B. IT
To all my redneck and trainwrecks or whatever call us
Go ahead and grab a beer to hell with your problems
YEAH
So what, I stayed out,
She aint gotta yell so dang loud
Tryin to find a knob to turn this thing down
I swear to drunk I aint God
I hate that I aint prince charming
What'ch you expect from a boy who grew up on the farm when
I got my degree out in B F E
Huntin Fishin Killin Shit University
Known to work hard and play hard and fist fight
Don't mean I cant lay you down, love you all night
I call it like I see it, if you don't like it, leave it
If thats makes me a Son of A Bitch... then S.O.B. IT
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Well here she goes again
Phone call shit talkin' with her friends
I'm playin dumb, wonderin' what I did
Like I didn't tie one on
So what, I stayed out
She aint gotta yell so damn loud
Tryin to find a knob to turn this thing down
I swear to drunk I aint God
Well that didn't work, it just turned it up
Looks like I'm spendin' the night in my truck
I hate that I aint prince charming
What'ch you expect from a boy who grew up on the farm when
I got my degree out in B F E
Huntin Fishin Killin Shit University
Known to work hard and play hard and fist fight
Don't mean I cant lay you down, love you all night
I call it like I see it, if you don't like it, leave it
If thats makes me a Son of A Bitch... then S.O.B. IT
We're not the perfect match
But light us up and throw us on a tank of gas
I'll burn this town down over her ass
Right now she's just pissed off
Give it the night I'll be back in the house
With her and the dogs and a beer on the couch
I hate that I aint prince charming
What'ch you expect from a boy who grew up on the farm when
I got my degree out in B F E
Huntin Fishin Killin Shit University
Known to work hard and play hard and fist fight
Don't mean I cant lay you down, love you all night
I call it like I see it, if you don't like it, leave it
If thats makes me a Son of A Bitch... then S.O.B. IT
To all my redneck and trainwrecks or whatever call us
Go ahead and grab a beer to hell with your problems
YEAH
So what, I stayed out,
She aint gotta yell so dang loud
Tryin to find a knob to turn this thing down
I swear to drunk I aint God
I hate that I aint prince charming
What'ch you expect from a boy who grew up on the farm when
I got my degree out in B F E
Huntin Fishin Killin Shit University
Known to work hard and play hard and fist fight
Don't mean I cant lay you down, love you all night
I call it like I see it, if you don't like it, leave it
If thats makes me a Son of A Bitch... then S.O.B. IT
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Writer: Christopher Pack, Bradley Wagner II, Ryan Gilliland, Robert Bradley, Dakota Blakely
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