Lyrics Country Funk - Southern Culture On The Skids

Country Funk

What’s that there on your pant leg boy?
It must be that country funk
What’s that there on your pant leg boy?
It must be that country funk
Dirty elbows and grimy knees
I was hers from the very first squeeze
Now all I got is my magazines
Country funk
Country funk
What’s that dripping down your bibs there boy?
It must be that country funk
What’s that dripping down your bibs there boy?
It must be that country funk
Curly hair and a factory tan
Painted nails on some calloused hands
She found a boy but she left her a man
Country funk
Country funk
So worked up I can’t get no relief
I saw things I should never have seen
Now all I got is my magazines
Country funk
Country funk
Dootin dootin doo, dootin doo doo doo
Dootin dootin doo doo doo
Dootin dootin doo, dootin doo doo doo
Dootin dootin doo doo doo
Now she’s gone, I’m all alone
And it’s so hard in the morning
Won’t you please come home
Until then, I’ll pretend
Country funk
Country funk
What’s that there on your pant leg boy?
(Country funk)
What’s that there on your pant leg boy?
(Country funk)
What’s that there on your pant leg boy?
(Country funk)
What’s that there on your pant leg boy?
(Country funk)
Country funk
Country funk