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I'd rather be seven beers deep With a Coleman cooler propping up my feet My ass in a lawn chair, floating on the breeze In a Sun Tracker I'd rather be tucked in a pit blind Somewhere on the Mississippi-Louisiana state line Waiting on them green-heads to do a fly-by Lip full of tobacco When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the Places I'd rather be I'd rather be stripping off shingles On a July roof down in Tishomingo Working like a dog, living in a single-wide Yes, I would I'd rather be stuck at your mama's Watching midday reruns of her favorite dramas Wearing my pajamas, nеck-deep in Days of our Lives When I hear you bitch at mе It makes me think of all the Places I'd rather be Yeah, all the places I'd rather be Letras de canciones Oh, let me hear it, how I leave my clothes on the floor Track dirt through the door and don't bother cleaning up Let me hear 'bout the guy you wish I was When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the Places I'd rather be When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the Places I'd rather be There's a lotta places I'd rather be From Letras Mania