Country Funk - Southern Culture On The Skids

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