| Shitbag |
|---|
| Well, everybody’s got their own destination |
| But, I don’t have one at all |
| Well, everybody favours their particular situation |
| But, I don’t favour much at all |
| So I’m rolling 'long with a fine-looking country girl |
| Boy, I tell you she’s got it all |
| Don’t come around here trying to sell me your messed-up bitchin' |
| I got my old beat-up ball |
