Mom and Dad we're well
Not so much that you can tell
With flip flops and cutoff sleeves
its forty degrees and I'm drunk as hell

Yeah, work is good
Worked hard to pile up all this wood
For this here bonfire we used to light a joint
Got us higher than that ol' gin ever could

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That we found in the back of that old Cadillac
We use for parts out in the field
Matter of fact we've got it all right here

And we said hey hey whaddya say
Lets pack it up for another day
They just don't make them all the same now
Oh no what do you do
When the days start catching up with you
Hey hey what did you do with 'em

Well now we'll never get our fill
Till we're blowin' up shit for thrills
There's a bottle of bourbon floatin' round
Do with it what you will

With a flat top strung out of fishin' line
And a strap out of binder twine
We'll sing our songs till the whipoorwils' gone
And the sun burns off the night

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