Song Lyrics

That hot, old summer sun
Make you beg for your next breath
So, you best be on the creek bank
Laying in the shade
Chewing 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
Catching these fish like they're going out of style
Drinking this homemade wine
Hey, if the sun don't come up tomorrow
People, I have had a good time
I'm 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
Aah, drinking his beer and
Dialing up the request lines
Mama and old Aunt Joan probably in the
Dining room trying to use the phone
Me, I'm thinking about that girl and later tonight

I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind
I'm catching these fish like they're going out of style
I'm drinking this homemade wine
And if the sun don't come up tomorrow
People, I have had a good time
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind

You know the rednecks and the preppies
They're in their discos and honky-tonks
Somewhere between raising hell and Amazing Grace
Lord, I know just how they feel
You gotta get out and kick it up your heels
And ain't it great to be living in the USA

Me, I'm laid up here in a
Country state of mind
Catching these fish like they're going out of style
Drinking this homemade wine, all the time
If the sun don't shine tomorrow
People, I have had a good time
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind

Roger Alan Wade, Hank Williams Jr.