Bushwhacked (Explicit)

Down south there’s this sweetness

This beer soaked bleakness

As a man with a shotgun just shoots **** and eats it

If your best friends your cousin you’ve been through some shit

When the chair is a cooler then the party’s legit

I went back home and the water was clear and still

There was nothing but fish to catch and oh so much time to kill

And middle aged mumbling mothers stumbling

Drinking buschwhackers on the shore

I never had a home here

Why do I want one anymore

Well the burn outs are born here

The tropical storms here

Suck hope from rehabbed daddios scraping barnacles off boats

The coffee is mud here but I am a stud here

Looking ten years younger than the kids in my glass

Booze on their breath skin stained red

But a casually calloused kind of way of talking about death

It’s the best

Our parents are all dropping like flies

Addicted to staying up and seeing the sunrise

Humid and hazey doped up and lazy

Every new morning is another chance to say goodbye

Rusty looking glass

Just navigate cliches

Until life grabs ahold of you and spits right in your face

I’m half good at some things but my body is out of whack

I want to lift your spirits but I’ll throw out my back

Home never existed but the seagull still flew

A life wasted looking back on the things you want to undo

I never had a home here I was always a joke

Never hunted a buck or tyed up a boat

The older that I get the funnier that I was

Wish you could have known me then

We could have had so much fun