Табулатура в формате Guitar Pro , содержащая следующие дорожки:
Vocals/Lyrics
Acoustic Guitar (nylon]
Piano
Drums
Horn
Orchestra Hit
Bass
Acoustic Bass
Violin
Contrabass
Electric Piano
Honky-tonk Piano
Synth
French Horn
Beat
Acoustic Guitar (nylon]
Текст
Meth Lab In The Back And The Crack Smoke Pills Through The Streets Like An Ear-ly Morn-ing Fog Mom-ma's In The Slaugh-ter House With A Hat-chet Help-ing Dad-dy Chop Ear-ly Morn-ing Hog I'm Catch-ing Z's Like An Ear-ly Morn-ing Saw When I Woke Up To The Rack-et Yawn And Pause What The Fuck Man I Can Nev-er Get Sleep Man, Peeped Out The Win-dow What's Wrong With Ya'll? Stood Up In My Crim-son Tide Al-a-ba-ma Sweat Pants And Threw My Pill-ow Looks Like Dad-dy Caught The Moth-er-fuck-er That Tried To Sneak In And Steal His Am-mo They Don't Know That Old Man Don't Hold Hands Or Throw Hands Naw He's Rough Like A Bri-lo Went To The Che-vy And Pull-ed Out A Mache-te And That Gun Is Hea-vy And Tall As The Mid-get Will-ow Think He's Play-in? You Bett-er List-en What He's Say-in Punk Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You He Got An Old Moss-berg In The Mos-sy Oak Duff-le Bag Lay-in In The Back Of The Donk Boy Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You Think He's Play-in? You Bett-er List-en What He's Say-in Punk Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You He Got An Old Moss-berg In The Mos-sy Oak Duff-le Bag Lay-in In The Back Of The Donk Boy Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You E-le-vin Thir-ty And I'm Pull-in Up Dir-ty Smok-ing Bab-bage Out The Back Of My Bud-dies Mon-ty Car-lo Spit-tin O-ver Some Sup-er Hot Beats With A Sup-er Hot Freak We Call The Park-ing Lot Hoe You Know We Sip-pin On That Old Brown Bott-le, Bass In The Trunk Make The Whole Town Wob-ble So When We Ride A-round Bit-ches Foll-ow, But To-night One Of The Bit-ches Giv-ing Us Pro-blems Well One Of Them Bit-ches Be Fuc-kin One Of My Home-boys Fa-vor-ite Bit-ches And Has Been On His Hit List For A Min-ute And I Think He's Rea-dy To Han-dle His Busi-ness He Told Me Ye-la-wolf Get This And He Hand-ed Me The Cart-i-er Watch That Was On His Wrist He Said Watch This Shit And He Jump-ed To The Trunk And Grab-bed His Bis-cuit... Bis-cuit! Think He's Play-in? You Bett-er List-en What He's Say-in Punk Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You He Got An Old Moss-berg In The Mos-sy Oak Duff-le Bag Lay-in In The Back Of The Donk Boy Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You Think He's Play-in? You Bett-er List-en What He's Say-in Punk Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You He Got An Old Moss-berg In The Mos-sy Oak Duff-le Bag Lay-in In The Back Of The Donk Boy Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You Two Men Stand, One's Got-ta Go One Falls Down To The Ground, One Walks Down To The Road Mom-ma Bet-ter Call The Po-lice Now He's Scream-ing No Took A Buck-shot To The Chest With A Rock Salt Shell And He's Mov-ing Slow All This Blood Has Spilled, E-nough To Give A Pen-guin Chills Hot E-nough To Make A Po-ta-to Smoke At The Tip Of A Holl-owed Steel In The Val-ley Of The Holl-owed Fields In The Val-ley Of The Holl-owed Till This Ain't A Fig-ment Of My Im-agin-a-tion Bud-dy, This Is Where I Live Ba-ma! Think He's Play-in? You Bett-er List-en What He's Say-in Punk Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You He Got An Old Moss-berg In The Mos-sy Oak Duff-le Bag Lay-in In The Back Of The Donk Boy Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You Think He's Play-in? You Bett-er List-en What He's Say-in Punk Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You He Got An Old Moss-berg In The Mos-sy Oak Duff-le Bag Lay-in In The Back Of The Donk Boy Don't Make Me Go Pop The Trunk, On You