Lyrics

Hey, hey workin' Joe
Workin' like a devil just to make your gold
Someday you'll die and you'll find your soul
All the way in heaven

I got a wife and ten little kids
She don't bitch or keep my whiskey hid
Just gives me lovin' when I'm feeling blue
Pretty damn good with a jigsaw, too

Now I got a Coleman and a pickup truck
A .30-30 and a knife called Buck
If lightning struck it would be my luck
To be in the ditch with the old heap stuck

I like dancin' that Turkey Straw
I like to travel through Arkansas
Pass me that flask, I'll take a little sip
Kick a little ass and dance a little jig

Goin' down the river with a fishing pole
The crappies don't bite when the night gets cold
Chug corn whiskey when my throat gets dry
I'll be seeing double when the moon gets high