I got me a nice old rockin chair
And bought it at a country fair
I tried it out and it squeaked
Like hell and I don't really care
Because I like to rock and puff
On pot,winkin at the moon
Playin my bandjo,sluggin down booze
Chewin on tobacco, sendin juice to a spittoon
And feelin woozy from the booze
Slowin down the bandjos tune
Slappin a high five to the moon
Gettin ready for a midnight snooooze
My naggin wife woke me up too soon
Bitchin on and grabbed my squeakin chair
She freaked out like a big black bear
And took my bandjo too.
To calm her down
With no one around
I said how do you do
And ran to the country fair
To get her a dam rockin chair.
With all that boozin and snoozing going on
Who cares if our chairs squeak like hell
While puffin on pot, winkin at the moon
Playin the bandjo, sluggin down booze
Chewin on tobacco, sendin juice to a spittoon
Feelin woozy from the booze
Slowin down the bandjos tune
Slappin a high five to the moon
Gettin ready for a midnight snooooze
