Mississippi mud

Everybody in my senior class Got the hell out just as fast as they could go And pretty soon that Greyhound bus It only left a few of us to carry on It might've been the family farm Or Sherry Johnson's...

Sittin' in the bayou country, Just me and my fishin' line I raised a lot of hell and I hollered, Sippin' on that Georgia moonshine Well, I know how to have a damn good time And I take my shots...