I cruised on down to Wayne's place lookin for a score
but he said he'd got religion and don't do that shit no more
Thought of Randy Shifflet but he's doin five to ten
Hell, I ain't had no good pot, since I don't know when!
I stopped down at the Quickstop and bought a case of Bud
That Indian guy looked down at me like I was so much crud
But beggers caint be choosers is what my maw maw said
so I smiled and told him thank ya, 'stead of knockin off his head
I drove out on the fourlane which I shouldent never done
the cops pulled up behind me and I thought it best to run
So now I'm aimed at Dothan, goin ninety nine
and the thought of doin hardtime's sendin shivers up my spine
Don't know if I can do it, drink all that beer in time
cause I know they'll have a roadblock set up at the county line
It's Wayne's fault I reckin, If he hadn't found the Lord
we'd be stoned and reminissin on the grass in his backyard
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Honorable mention
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