"10 Lbs of S#!T" lyrics

Got myself a white-tail right off the back steps
After forty hours at Goodyear rubber mill
Turn my 401k to Alabama Red Clay
Grew a field of corn, now the corn is my whiskey

Whiskey makes me frisky, play this old six-string
Met a little lady, now we got a little baby
Bronco in the front yard, life ain't so hard
Now we're jamming yellow-hammer, Eastaboga, Alabama

Can you hear it?
This train whistle in my head
My business is, oh, getting shit done
And I won't stop till I'm dead
Oh, too much
Of a good thing ain't half bad
My castle, my queen
Self-proclaimed dang king of the 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag

I can turn a torque wrench, Copenhagen snuff pinch
Put a 4 on the floor in a 454
Pick you up a picnic
Write a song, catch a fish
Cut your grass, fix your sink
Share my faith, mix a drink

So can you hear it?
This train whistle in my head
My business is, oh, getting shit done
And I won't stop till I'm dead
Oh, too much
Of a good thing ain't half bad
My castle, my queen
Self-proclaimed dang king of the 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag

Plant the fields, grow the crop
Make the wine, train your dogs
Almost died, back again
Jesus is my best friend
Shrimp boil, change your oil
Save your money and your soul
Spring breaking, gas station
Legend of the mistaken
Pin it back and give 'em hell
Dropping bass in the well
Denim, Denim, denim jeans
Snake skin boot dream
Appalachian James Brown
Hot grease, hot damn
Believer in the promised land
Sasquatch and aliens

So can you hear it?
This train whistle in my head
My b-b-business is, oh, getting shit done
And I won't stop till I'm dead
Oh, too much
Of a good thing ain't half bad
My castle, my queen
Self-proclaimed dang king of the 10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag

10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag
10 pounds of shit in a 5 pound bag