Unknown Hinson Sunday In The South
(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
Makes it far to my chop chop in half
(Interlude)
Yea hair, there’s a idea
Give me that hair spray
Sitting right there
(Chorus x2)
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
Dry as a well
Dry as a bone
Dry as in hell
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
Yea, it’s dry alright
Guess I’ll go without
It’s gonna be a long night
Southern Sunday dry out
Dry as hell
Dry as hell