Hell Yeah
He works way too much for way too little
He drinks way too early till way too late
He hasn't had a raise since new years day
In eighty-eight gets trampled on by everyone
Except when he comes in here
And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He got the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there
He yells out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he says
Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy
Nableized
The manual labor, which is assumed by his dress to be that of a peasant or lower, is completed in exorbitant amounts
He awakens at dawn, practically inhaling alcohol until the sun decides to set
His pay hasn't been increased by a substantial amount since the birth of the year in nineteen of eighty-eight, gets trampled by everyone
Save the moments spent in the bar's lodging
and he's the product of the Haggard generation
His neck's bloodflow is out of the ordinary when you aggravate him
He got the gold toothed look from a citizens rigormortis-stricken appendage
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his sibling during its time period
He talks in a really loud voice, saying, 'Johnny Cash'
And the band starts to play
A ring of gasoline-induced heat as he travels from point A to point B
And stands there by the stage
And he says
Expletive yes!
Increase the volume!
There you go!
Expletive yes!
Sounds pleasing to my ears!
Guitarist continue to string until it's dark outside
Take me back to where the music had an effect
Life was enjoyable and love was simplistic
He drinks way too early till way too late
He hasn't had a raise since new years day
In eighty-eight gets trampled on by everyone
Except when he comes in here
And he's the product of the Haggard generation
He's got a redneck side when you get him agitated
He got the gold toothed look from a stiff right hook
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his brother there
He yells out Johnny Cash
And the band starts to play
A ring of fire as he walks up
And stands there by the stage
And he says
Hell yeah!
Turn it up!
Right on!
Hell yeah!
Sounds good!
Sing that song!
Guitar man playin' all night long
Take me back to where the music hit me
Life was good and love was easy
Nableized
The manual labor, which is assumed by his dress to be that of a peasant or lower, is completed in exorbitant amounts
He awakens at dawn, practically inhaling alcohol until the sun decides to set
His pay hasn't been increased by a substantial amount since the birth of the year in nineteen of eighty-eight, gets trampled by everyone
Save the moments spent in the bar's lodging
and he's the product of the Haggard generation
His neck's bloodflow is out of the ordinary when you aggravate him
He got the gold toothed look from a citizens rigormortis-stricken appendage
He's proud he took for his right wing stand on Vietnam
Says he lost his sibling during its time period
He talks in a really loud voice, saying, 'Johnny Cash'
And the band starts to play
A ring of gasoline-induced heat as he travels from point A to point B
And stands there by the stage
And he says
Expletive yes!
Increase the volume!
There you go!
Expletive yes!
Sounds pleasing to my ears!
Guitarist continue to string until it's dark outside
Take me back to where the music had an effect
Life was enjoyable and love was simplistic