Letra de Swamp County
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Well it's a long ways to your front door
From this dirt road
And my buzz started to wear thin
From this dirt road
And my buzz started to wear thin
'Bout an hour and a half ago
And some second thoughts have occurred
I feel like a gigantic turd
Walking barefoot like a hooker
at three in the morning
You don't even wanna know
Why I'm wearing a trash-bag
I've got mosquito bites, menthol cigarettes
And a black-eye
You might think that I smoke crack
'Cause I'm naked underneath this cinch sack
But that's how it sometimes goes
Down here in Swamp County
Swamp County the day sun shines
It judges you for your crimes
But our tea is sweeter
And our nights are cool and long
I've got a recipe for trouble
You want me to stir some up
I've got my hair combed up real nice
With pancake syrup
And your Mamma ain't too fond of me
So I kicked that old b' in the knee
You never pick a fight with a woman
From Swamp County
Swamp County the day sun shines
It judges you for your crimes
But our tea is sweeter
And our nights are cool and long
So you fell in the tub
At the Howard Johnson
Then you yelled apatel
Throw-up hotel
I love the smell that you are
Well it's a long ways to your front door
From this dirt road
And my buzz started to wear thin
'Bout an hour and a half ago
And some second thoughts have occurred
I feel like a gigantic turd
That's how it sometimes goes
Down here in Swamp County
Swamp County the day sun shines
It judges you for your crimes
But our tea is sweeter
And our nights are cool and long
And some second thoughts have occurred
I feel like a gigantic turd
Walking barefoot like a hooker
at three in the morning
You don't even wanna know
Why I'm wearing a trash-bag
I've got mosquito bites, menthol cigarettes
And a black-eye
You might think that I smoke crack
'Cause I'm naked underneath this cinch sack
But that's how it sometimes goes
Down here in Swamp County
Swamp County the day sun shines
It judges you for your crimes
But our tea is sweeter
And our nights are cool and long
I've got a recipe for trouble
You want me to stir some up
I've got my hair combed up real nice
With pancake syrup
And your Mamma ain't too fond of me
So I kicked that old b' in the knee
You never pick a fight with a woman
From Swamp County
Swamp County the day sun shines
It judges you for your crimes
But our tea is sweeter
And our nights are cool and long
So you fell in the tub
At the Howard Johnson
Then you yelled apatel
Throw-up hotel
I love the smell that you are
Well it's a long ways to your front door
From this dirt road
And my buzz started to wear thin
'Bout an hour and a half ago
And some second thoughts have occurred
I feel like a gigantic turd
That's how it sometimes goes
Down here in Swamp County
Swamp County the day sun shines
It judges you for your crimes
But our tea is sweeter
And our nights are cool and long
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