Song Lyrics

Well, mama sent me down to the MAPCO
Bc powders and a bag of tobacco
Said her boss was an asshole
She been on the line just breakin' her back though

I need a rope with a lasso
To catch a pot of gold and get past the hassle
To get my mama a castle
Pink Cadillac with the matching tassels

Take my daddy off of that backhoe
Send him down to Florida to fish on a bass boat
And a truck to match so
He can roll around town pullin' his bass boat

Lord, I'm a dreamer, I can't pay her
She'll be on the line 'til daddy can come save her
Could've been rich, a star, a ball player
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

Opie Taylor
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor
Opie Taylor
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

Well, a quarter pound of pot in a shoebox
Got five grand stuffed in a tube sock
Ain't got no fucking credit to use I
Paid cash for my car at the used lot

Small town, trapped in a sinkhole
Still keepin' it cool in the pistol
Me and dope's like green to a pickle
Yeah folk, like a haystack to a sickle

Never brought back home a report card
Spent more time in court, dog
But in this little town, it's a short fall
Still servin' out, jump off the porch, dawg

I just blow the smoke in the air
Raised by pirates, curse like a sailor
Could probably get a job if I cut my hair
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

Opie Taylor
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor
Opie Taylor
But I got no cares, Opie Taylor

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Michael Wayne Atha

The duration of Opie Taylor is 3:53 minutes and seconds.