Lyrics:

That hot old summer sun make you beg for your next breath
So you best be on the creek bank laid in the shade
Chewin on a hickory twig, pass that bottle, I'll have me a swig
I ain't got a lot, but I think I got it made, in the shade
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind
Catchin these fish like they're goin out of style
Drinkin this homemade wine
Hey, if the sun don't come up tomorrow
People, I've had a good time
Im just laid up here in a country state of mind
I bet the old man's in the kitchen
He's got my kind of music on his radio
Oh, drinkin his beer and dialin up the request line
Momma and old Aunt Joan
Probably in the dining room tryin to use the phone
Me, I'm thinkin about that girl and later tonight
Oh, yeah
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind
Hey, I'm atchin these fish like they're goin out of style
I'm drinkin this homemade wine
And if the sun don't come up tomorrow
People, I've had a good time
Im just laid up here in a country state of mind
You know, the red necks and the hippies
They are in their discos and honkytonks
Somewhere between raising hell and amazing grace
Lord, I know just how they feel
You gotta get out and kick up your heels
And ain't it great to be livin in the USA
Me, I'm laid up here in a country state of mind
Catchin these fish like they're goin out of style
And drinkin this homemade wine, all the time
If the sun don't shine tomorrow
People, I have had a good time
Im just laid up here in a country state of mind
(I know where Hank Jr is)
Yodel-ay-ee-oh, yodel-ay-ee-oh
Yodel-ay-ee-hee
Hee, hee
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