Outside there's a pickup truck
Got the bed cut off for a post rack
And flat bed four-wheel drives
Line the gravel in the back
Inside there are dusty men
Holding beer in calloused hands
And an ole blue heeler resting on the floor
There ain't been no killings
Down at Shorty's bar
Since Tommy took a hammer to
That boy from Arkansas
But sometimes on a rowdy night
There might be a short-lived fight
Over who makes a better diesel
Ford or Dodge
These ole boys are far from saints
They're sometimes wrong
But hell who ain't
They just came to relax and drink
So who am I to judge
They'll go home to angry wives
Stacks of bills and babies crying
But right now they're just men without a care
Oh yeah.
Jerry's tried for years to get on at the paper mill
But since he threw his back out
You know he probably never will
And tomorrow he's gotta go to court
He's months behind on child support
And that ole judge might give him thirty days
Billy poached another deer
But last night he was seen
Someone called it in when they saw his spotlight beam
He kicked up a cloud of dust
And just before he made his run
He shot at the game warden again
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There's a worn out figure
Sitting on a nearby stool
Needs to save tuition
To put his boy through welding school
But he just bought another round
He's drinking half his paycheck down
And someone said they just cut off his phone
These ole boys are far from saints
But we've all made our own mistakes
And I bet they'd buy you a drink
If you were down and out
They don't live the easy life
They just come here to unwind
Sometimes it's all that gets them through the week