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In the fall we can go huntin' down by the banks of old Mill CreekOh, you're guns all rusted out and mine's just made for shooting skeetOh, we can leave 'em in the truck and take two pints of wild turkAnd when they ask us what we got, we'll say, "Well, we got out of work"And either you got longer legs or you got bigger lungsCause I know for a fact we done the same amount of drugsAnd I'm lying in a heap on the side of the trailWhile you take the shortcuts up to the top of the hillBut anyway, I'm terrified of heightsYou gotta climb it aloneBut when you get to the top, won't you holler back downWhat's it look like up there?I always kinda wanted to knowWoah, woahWell, I got me a stereo I keep kinda lowUntil a good song comes on, and then I kinda let her goThere's still music out there that warms my insidesIt makes my days a tiny little bit more demiserifiedLike right now Bob Wells and his Playboys are talkingBout how the big man gets the money while the little one picks the cottonAnd the big fish eats the little fish, but that little fish was really baitAnd I eat that big fish up with a silver spoon and a paper plateThe utensil I received from my mother and dadSongtexteBut the plate I made myself with my own two handsAnd I don't mind either one just as long as nobody knowsWoah, woahWell, I remember the day with my brother and his best friendThey burst into my room looking like the world come to an endThey said there's a fire on the hill, but it's near the reservoirWe can put it out but we gotta take mom and dad's carAnd I cursed bothAnd then I said lets goWoah, woahYou're giving me that look that says you're in it deepUnless that's the look that says tonight don't plan on any sleepI guess I'll take my chances with the one, hold out hope for the otherBut girl, oh, wait a second, that smile's kinda blowing your coverAnd we're sucking in the wind and snow through the cracks between our smilesMaking tracks back to the village, though we still got a couple milesWhere we can sharpen up our fangs, flatten out our feathersAnd thank the good lord up above for this god awful weatherAnd if it's too good just tell me, I'll do something wrongBut I'm thinking that you're winking cause you kinda like this songAnd that bottle of Sangria wasn't such a bad idea after allWoah, woah Aus Songtexte Mania