Sunday In The South by Unknown Hinson
(Verse)
It�s Sunday in the south and all the liquor stores is
closed
Wine is for women and beer just stops up my nose
I need a shot of something to calm my chart toping
nerves
This high karate aftershave, sipped it through a slice
of bread might serve
Hell no!
Too much after taste but I really love that smell
I guess this atsy popo alchihol could�ve worked just as
well
(Chorus)
If I�m a bitchin it�s cause I�m itchin
Yea I�m a itchin and I twichin and I hitchin
Because it�s Sunday in the south
And I just wanna get high
But when it�s Sunday in the south
The whole damn world might as well be dry
(Verse)
I can�t drive across state lines, I ain�t got no car
And even if I did, my driver�s license done expired
I ain�t a sniffing no gas
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