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I like Molly Hatchet Creedence and the Stones [?] and the Destroyers Them boys was b-b-bad to the bone And Skynyrd from the front row where we sat Man, it don't get much better than that But you can't beat the sound Of a wood-duck copped up just about to land Keep a crossbill singin' My ears steady ringin' Anytime I can Oh if you ain't never seen a freebird fly Man you wouldn't understand My favorite band is on the wet foot in my hand I don't drool over diamonds I'd rather sling some steel Y'all keep being snowflakes I'm gonna go shoot some teal Man you know what's wrong with these kids today? They don't have a clue what I mean when I say That you can't beat the sound Of a wood-duck copped up just about to land Keep a crossbill singin' SongtexteMy ears steady ringin' Anytime I can Oh if you ain't never seen a freebird fly Man you wouldn't understand My favorite band is on the wet foot in my hand Get you a good dog, a good gun Head out to the blind, here comes the sun It's a good spread, check the decoys Get your gun ready here they come boys It's the sound Of them wood-duck copped up just about to land Twelve gauge singin' Ears are ringin' Feel like a hundred grand Oh I can't make that old freebird fly Right into the fryin' pan My favorite band is on the wet foot in my hand Yeah my favorite band is on the wet foot in my hand Fire up the grill boys Aus Songtexte Mania