Paroles de Minor Byrd

At my nan's I wasn't thinking over boiled beans and chicken Something cool fell in my juice cup sudden I could lie and make stuff up Is that why my future's so bright? So strap in and go the backyard rock show When all city folk got southern paint my face up with my brother Uncle choked and started shaking over whiskey, eggs and bacon Is that why our nights look so bright? So strap in and go Backyard rock show.