That hot old summer sun make ya beg for your next breath,
So ya best be on the creek bank a laid in the shade.
Chewin on a hickory twig, pass that bottle and 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,
catching these fish like their going out of style
and drinking this homemade wine.
Hey, if the sun don’t come out tomorrow, people I have had
a good time, just laid back here in a country state of mind.
I bet the old mans in the kitchen, he’s got my kind of music
on the radio and he’s drinkin’ his beer and dialing up
the request line.
Well, mama and Oralee Jones are probably in the dining room
try’in to use the phone and me, I’m thinkin’ about that girl
and later tonight.
I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind,
catching these fish like their going out of style
and drinking this homemade wine.
Hey, if the sun don’t come out tomorrow, people I have had
a good time, just laid back here in country state of mind.
Well the hippies and the red necks are in their discos
and honkytonks, somewhere between raisin’ hell and Amazing Grace.
Lord I know how they feel, you gotta get out and kick up your heels,
and ain’t it great to be livin’ in the USA.
I’m just laid up here in a country state of mind,
catching these fish like their going out of style
and drinking this homemade wine.
Hey, if the sun don’t come out tomorrow, people I have had
a good time, just laid back here in a country state of mind.