Julia Cole - Day Late & A Buck Short

Текст You packed that Mossy Oak One case of .308 And caught you a blue-eyed doe But ain&white tail you were chasing Said, you&be home by Sunday But I went to church alone It&2 p.m. on Monday And here you come Pullin&in the neighbourhood But you ain&out the woods yet Smilin&like you had some luck But that&an empty truck bed You went out hunting, but forgot your gun Oh, dear, tell me something, do you think I&dumb? Camo can&cover up the smell of her sweet Dior So, there&your suitcase, baby, on the front porch &you&a day late, and a buck short (hey) Go &boy, shoot your shot Talk your way out of this one Point blank, yeah, you got caught And there&nowhere, left to run Red-handed, with that shade Of pink lipstick, on your collar You packed Luccheses To climb deer stands in the holler You went out hunting, but forgot your gun Oh, dear, tell me something, do you think I&dumb? Camo can&cover up the smell of her sweet Dior So, there&your suitcase, baby, on the front porch &you&a day late, and a buck short (hey) Day late, and a buck short A day late, and a buck short You&a day late, and a buck short If ya ain&ready to meet the Lord You better high tail it out the door &this rifle here ain&yours no more You went out hunting, but forgot your gun Oh, dear, tell me something, do you think I&dumb? Camo can&cover up the smell, of her sweet Dior So, there&your suitcase, baby, on the front porch &you&a day late, and a buck short There&your suitcase, baby, on the front porch You&a day...