I got some ^ABlack Label Jack in a ^Ebrown paper sack in the ^Dconsole^D. Got a ^Atwelve pack in the back in my ^Eoil field camo cooler, got it ^Dice cold.^D I've been ^Afourteen gone, I'm ^Efinally back home. There ain't but ^Done thing that I wanna ^Ddo, is get ^Adown where the river bends on the ^Esandbar with my friends and ^Ddrown these roughneck ^Dblues.

Drop the gate on the ^Atruck, ^E turn the radio ^Don. ^D Every^Abody's yellin, "Turn it ^Eup, that's my ^Dsong." ^D Jam a little ^ASkynyrd and Hank, top it ^Eoff with a little Frank and when the ^Dsun falls out of ^Dsight, ^Ayou can bet your boots we gonna ^Ethrow back a few to^Dnight 'cause there ^Dain't nothing wrong with getting [Interlude] right.

You got some ^Apretty southern women dancing a^Eround in their bare feet^D. ^D And these ^Atwo piece tan-lines ^Eshowing in the sunshine are ^Dkilling me. ^D And these ^Aseven dollar shades are worth ^Eevery dime I paid cause they're ^Dhiding my wondering ^Deyes. I spend my ^Ahard-earned money on these ^Ehicktown honeys. Y'all ^Dwelcome to the good life.^D

Drop the gate on the ^Atruck, ^E turn the radio ^Don. ^D Every^Abody's yellin, "Turn it ^Eup, that's my ^Dsong." ^D Jam a little ^ASkynyrd and Hank, top it ^Eoff with a little Frank and when the ^Dsun falls out of ^Dsight, ^Ayou can bet your boots we gonna ^Ethrow back a few to^Dnight 'cause there ^Dain't nothing wrong with getting [Interlude] right.

^E All we wanna ^Ado is have us a ^Dgood time^D: ^E a little whiskey, a little ^Abeer, a little bit of that ^D apple pie ^Emoonshine. ^E

Drop the gate on the ^Atruck, ^E turn the radio ^Don. ^D Every^Abody's yellin, "Turn it ^Eup, that's my ^Dsong." ^D Jam a little ^ASkynyrd and Hank, top it ^Eoff with a little Frank and when the ^Dsun falls out of ^Dsight, ^Ayou can bet your boots we gonna ^Ethrow back a few to^Dnight 'cause there ^Dain't nothing wrong with getting [Outro] right.

Frank Foster - Gettin right