Song Description

A song about a perfectly happy ne'er do well.

Lyrics

I try to be a responsible man but I ain't
I try to do the responsible thing but I cain't
I never try to join, I try to beat 'em
Never learn from my mistakes, I repeat 'em
Got a streak in me don't wanna do right at all

Had a job a week every day for the last three years
All I had to eat last month was some jerky and beers
Well it's heavy fuel but you know you got to burn it
If you want the scars you know you got to earn it
If I earn any more there's a chance I won't know nothin at all

Chorus:
If there's a way to make a mess I can find it
Trouble's down the road but I don't mind it
Give me a fight on a Saturday night
Sunday in jail will be all right
Three hots and a cot could hit the spot
If you would smuggle me in a beer and a shot

Stuck in Bogaloosa with a juicy little boozer
But I swear I think the girl's on the run
She's a greedy little cougar, sleeps with a Luger
But I'm more scared of her than the gun
If I make a break for the Alabama line
I can be in Tuscaloosa when the sun starts to shine
Find a mean mistreater and start all over again

Could of had a job last week down at the Tasty Freeze
But you know somehow that juice ain't worth the squeeze
Stay light on my feet and keep on groovin'
You're harder to hit if you keep movin'
It's a big ol world and you can start all over again