"P.O.S." lyrics

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