Bringin' Home The Bacon Songtext
There's a Bible on my nightstand
And a six-pack of beer
A .38 revolver and a picture of you, dear
Ain't been home in several weeks, but pretty soon we're gonna have it made
On this road trip, I been truckin', but on the side, I'm gettin' paid
And all the contraband I'm haulin'
As I go town to town
I ain't talkin' by the ounce, baby
I'm talkin' by the pound
Yeah, I been slingin'
Bringin' home the bacon
Mexico to Macon
Tullahoma back to Timbuktu
Yeah, from the farm straight to the table
Long as I am able
I'll be bringin' home the bacon back to you
Well, I know you like to party
And partyin' ain't free
I know you like designer bags, and that Colorado weed
Well, somebody's got to foot the bill, and the taxman's at the door
And that bank account is runnin' dry, and we could use a little more
So, when I outrun the blue lights and make it home scot-free
I'm rollin' up a fat one, and I'm proppin' up my fee
'Cause I been slingin'!
Bringin' home the bacon
Mexico to Macon
Tullahoma back to Timbuktu Yeah, from the farm straight to the table
Long as I am able
I'll be bringin' home the bacon back to you
Well, I might not like the work
But I damn sure like the pay
When my mama asks me what I'm into
All I do is say that I been, ah
Bringin' Home The Bacon
Mexico to Macon
Tullahoma back to Timbuktu
Yeah, from the farm straight to the table
Long as I am able
I'll be bringin' home the bacon back to you
I'll be bringin' home the bacon back to you
Hey!
And a six-pack of beer
A .38 revolver and a picture of you, dear
Ain't been home in several weeks, but pretty soon we're gonna have it made
On this road trip, I been truckin', but on the side, I'm gettin' paid
And all the contraband I'm haulin'
As I go town to town
I ain't talkin' by the ounce, baby
I'm talkin' by the pound
Yeah, I been slingin'
Bringin' home the bacon
Mexico to Macon
Tullahoma back to Timbuktu
Yeah, from the farm straight to the table
Long as I am able
I'll be bringin' home the bacon back to you
Well, I know you like to party
And partyin' ain't free
I know you like designer bags, and that Colorado weed
Well, somebody's got to foot the bill, and the taxman's at the door
And that bank account is runnin' dry, and we could use a little more
So, when I outrun the blue lights and make it home scot-free
I'm rollin' up a fat one, and I'm proppin' up my fee
'Cause I been slingin'!
Bringin' home the bacon
Mexico to Macon
Tullahoma back to Timbuktu Yeah, from the farm straight to the table
Long as I am able
I'll be bringin' home the bacon back to you
Well, I might not like the work
But I damn sure like the pay
When my mama asks me what I'm into
All I do is say that I been, ah
Bringin' Home The Bacon
Mexico to Macon
Tullahoma back to Timbuktu
Yeah, from the farm straight to the table
Long as I am able
I'll be bringin' home the bacon back to you
I'll be bringin' home the bacon back to you
Hey!
