Letra P.O.S. - Riley Green
You can drag every letter of my name
On a chain through the Mississippi mud
Tell all your friends, your mama and them
That I'm a lyin', cheatin', stealin' son of a gun
You can call me every name
And you can blame it all on me
Say I'm a sorry S-O-B
Hell, I might be
And, yeah, I drive too fast
Spend too much time chasin' largemouth bass
I'm hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff
And we both know you love that
I drink a little cold beer
Around huntin' season, I disappear
You hated my dog, you hated my songs
I guess you hated it way out here
But one day you're gonna try
But you ain't ever gonna find
Another low down, no good, rusted truck drivin'
P-O-S like me
I bet right now you're runnin' me down at the hair salon
Sayin', "Yeah, I'm glad he's gone"
But we both know you're a mile or so
From even bein' close to barely movin' on
I bet you're missin' that floorboard trash
Up in that Chevrolet cab
I bet you'd like to climb inside
And maybe take a long slow ride
With a guy that drives too fast
Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass
He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff
And we both know you love that
I drink a little cold beer
Around huntin' season, I disappear
You hated my dogs, you hated my songs
I guess you hated it way out here
But one day you're gonna try
But you ain't ever gonna find
Another low down, no good, rusted truck drivin'
P-O-S like me
So go on and tell the world I'm good for nothin'
I bet there's a girl out there that'd love to put up with
A guy that drives too fast
Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass
He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff
And I'll bet you'd be fine with that
He drinks a little cold beer
Every huntin' season, he'll disappear
She's gonna like my dog, like my songs
I bet she'll love it way out here
One day, you're gonna try
But you ain't ever gonna find
Another low down, no good, rusted truck drivin'
Waffle house eatin', overall wearin'
P-O-S like me
Yeah, a piece of shit like me
On a chain through the Mississippi mud
Tell all your friends, your mama and them
That I'm a lyin', cheatin', stealin' son of a gun
You can call me every name
And you can blame it all on me
Say I'm a sorry S-O-B
Hell, I might be
And, yeah, I drive too fast
Spend too much time chasin' largemouth bass
I'm hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff
And we both know you love that
I drink a little cold beer
Around huntin' season, I disappear
You hated my dog, you hated my songs
I guess you hated it way out here
But one day you're gonna try
But you ain't ever gonna find
Another low down, no good, rusted truck drivin'
P-O-S like me
I bet right now you're runnin' me down at the hair salon
Sayin', "Yeah, I'm glad he's gone"
But we both know you're a mile or so
From even bein' close to barely movin' on
I bet you're missin' that floorboard trash
Up in that Chevrolet cab
I bet you'd like to climb inside
And maybe take a long slow ride
With a guy that drives too fast
Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass
He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff
And we both know you love that
I drink a little cold beer
Around huntin' season, I disappear
You hated my dogs, you hated my songs
I guess you hated it way out here
But one day you're gonna try
But you ain't ever gonna find
Another low down, no good, rusted truck drivin'
P-O-S like me
So go on and tell the world I'm good for nothin'
I bet there's a girl out there that'd love to put up with
A guy that drives too fast
Spends too much time chasin' largemouth bass
He's hooked on cussin', hooked on snuff
And I'll bet you'd be fine with that
He drinks a little cold beer
Every huntin' season, he'll disappear
She's gonna like my dog, like my songs
I bet she'll love it way out here
One day, you're gonna try
But you ain't ever gonna find
Another low down, no good, rusted truck drivin'
Waffle house eatin', overall wearin'
P-O-S like me
Yeah, a piece of shit like me
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