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Let me tell you now, he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
Wants to throw it all away
But has to have it back someday
Love's fool, sears tools
Wants to win that football pool
Spend it on some real good grass
Disappearin' oh so fast
So tell my story, pain and glory
Guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
(Keep good time out there)
I got house pets, Lear jets
Tryin' to figure out bassinets
Oh, Miss Piggy, dance with me
Let me take you to the sea
Dreamsicle, big dill pickle
High school honeys sure were fickle
I'll be damned, country ham
Takes me back to Alabam'
So won't you tell my story, little pain 'n' little glory
Try to guess my occupation
Free and easy, warm and breezy
Overnight sensation
But let me tell ya now, he sips, he quips
Dreams a lot about sailing ships
I'll be damned, country ham
Takes me back to Alabam'
I'll be damned, country ham
Takes me home to Alabama
Thank you, oh, you're a great crowd
Well, ha
Okay, okay
Seem that you're very primed for this one, you know
I've been doing this song for about 11 years now
And I think it's eh the fact that the enthusiasm of the crowd
That keep me going on this thing after all those years
It's still fun
'Cause in every audience and every night
There's somebody who can qualify as God's own drunk
I figured you're all across the country tonight
We got a hell of a lot of candidates out there, yeah?
You know, I like to cut into the girl's natural product more
But I don't think anybody is gon' be worth a dime at work tomorrow
You don't know
And beneath you, I'll write an excuse note, you know?
"Dear Mr Smith, please excuse Frank
'Cause he got screwed up in the Jimmy Buffett show last night
Signed Marvin Gayle"
So we'll do this one tonight and especially eh
Mention the fact that it comes through us
From one of the greatest humours in America
Lord Richard Buckley years ago
His own rendition of God's own drunk
I'll try to be my best