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That hot ol' summer sun make you beg for your next breath,
So you best be on the creek bank laid in the shade.
Chewin' on a hickory twig, pass that bottle, I'll have me a swig,
I ain't got a lot, but I think I got it made (in the shade).
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind,
Catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style,
And drinkin' this homemade wine.
Hey, if the sun don't come up tomorrow,
People I've had a good time,
I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind.
I bet the old man's in the kitchen,
He's got my kind of music on his radio,
Oh, I'm drinkin' his beer and dialin' up the request line.
Momma in the morning gown,
Probably in the dining room tryin' to use the phone,
Me, I'm thinkin' about that girl and later tonight.
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind,
Catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style,
And drinkin' this homemade wine.
Hey, if the sun don't come up tomorrow,
People I've had a good time,
I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind.
You know, the red necks and the hippies,
They are in their discos and honkytonks,
Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace.
Lord, I know just how they feel,
You gotta get out and kick up your heels,
And ain't it great to be livin' in the USA.
Me, I'm laid up here in a country state of mind,
Catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style,
And drinkin' this homemade wine.
Hey, if the sun don't shine tomorrow,
People I've had a good time,
I’m just laid up here in at country state of mind.
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Hank Williams, Jr. Lyrics
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