Sour mash and fiberglass
Not a product of my making
I drive, instead a 'vette to bed
Let the bourbon shake me
Live it up, buttercup
Nashville, you must know
I love my neighbor half to death
My old Kentucky home
Let's drive into the eye of the twister
Live or die, we're going down in history
Settle down below the Mason-Dixon
Start using words like ain't and fixin'
Alabama, baby
You got a lotta nooks and crannies
I'll be hiding on the island
In the gulf of the Atlantic
New teeth, new lights for my outhouse
And I got my first new pair of shoes
I got a banjo on my knee
And a jar of homemade booze
You and me floating down the Tennessee meet
I try to scrape the scum from my feet
When I'm done I grab a gun and make a feast
That's the day we all make love in the southeast