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[Verse 1]
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He's got a one bedroom trailer, an' a brand-new satellite dish,
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A warm beer an' a remote control in his two clenched fists,
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An' he sits in his chair, thinking of all the things he's missed.
[Verse 2]
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Livin' on crank, pork rinds, and cold beer.
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It's Saturday night, time to go hunt some queers.
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With his momma's .38, he can blow away all his fears.
[Chorus]
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He's a hayseed time bomb, livin' in a turkey shoot.
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He's thumbin' into town, to try an' sell his boots.
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He spent all his money on a one-eyed prostitute.
[Instrumental]
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[Verse 3]
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He's headin' into town, riding on a derailed train.
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The devil's playin' skeeball deep inside his brain!
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People in this town will never forget his name.
[Chorus]
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He's a hayseed time bomb, livin' in a turkey shoot.
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He's thumbin' into town, to try an' sell his boots.
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He spent all his money on a one-eyed prostitute.
[Instrumental]
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