I love a good squirrel and the occasional possum,
Lord have mercy, how they taste awesome?
Staring at me from the pot, right after church.
I grab some sweet taters and cold sweet tea,
Hush puppies, corn bread, and sap from the tree,
And set the table out back, that we may eat.
Lord we thank you for the coon fat gravy,
Give us our bread, and oh, just maybe,
Could you pro-vide some cow tongue and pig feet for a treat?
We slop it up and ask for seconds,
There ain’t hardly enough I begin to reckon,
I fetch the boomstick, the dog, and hit the trail.
Few moments later and with great success,
I leave the woods with eight squirrels less,
In no time we’ll be, ‘round the table with friends again.
Busch in reefer and shine in the closet,
Don’t toss the bottles, Mama wants the deposit,
I just want to sit back and enjoy my fill.
Ya’ll might think this cuisine is disgusting,
But I’m quite simple, not inclined to trusting,
Those additives, chemicals, and clones in grocery meat.
Good ol' Boy 