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Well it's a long ways to your front doorFrom this dirt roadAnd my buzz started to wear thin'Bout an hour and a half agoAnd some second thoughts have occurredI feel like a gigantic turdWalking barefoot like a hookerat three in the morningYou don't even wanna knowWhy I'm wearing a trash-bagI've got mosquito bites, menthol cigarettesAnd a black-eyeYou might think that I smoke crack'Cause I'm naked underneath this cinch sackBut that's how it sometimes goesDown here in Swamp CountySwamp County the day sun shinesIt judges you for your crimesBut our tea is sweeterAnd our nights are cool and longI've got a recipe for troubleLetras de cancionesYou want me to stir some upI've got my hair combed up real niceWith pancake syrupAnd your Mamma ain't too fond of meSo I kicked that old b' in the kneeYou never pick a fight with a womanFrom Swamp CountySwamp County the day sun shinesIt judges you for your crimesBut our tea is sweeterAnd our nights are cool and longSo you fell in the tubAt the Howard JohnsonThen you yelled apatelThrow-up hotelI love the smell that you areWell it's a long ways to your front doorFrom this dirt roadAnd my buzz started to wear thin'Bout an hour and a half agoAnd some second thoughts have occurredI feel like a gigantic turdThat's how it sometimes goesDown here in Swamp CountySwamp County the day sun shinesIt judges you for your crimesBut our tea is sweeterAnd our nights are cool and long From Letras Mania