Testo di Rather Be

I'd rather be seven beers deep with a Coleman cooler propping up my feet My ass in a lawn chair, floating on the breeze in a Sun Tracker I'd rather be tucked in a pit blind somewhere on the Mississippi-Louisiana state line Waiting on them green heads to do a fly-by, lip full of tobacco When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be I'd rather be stripping off shingles on a July roof down in Tishomingo Working like a dog, living in a single-wide (yes, I would) I'd rather be stuck at your mama's watching midday re-runs of her favorite dramas Wearing my pajamas neck-deep in Days of our Lives When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be Yeah, all the places I'd rather be Oh, let me hear it, how I leave my clothes on the floor Track dirt through the door and don't bother cleaning up Let me hear 'bout the guy you wish I was When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be When I hear you bitch at me It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be There's a lot of places I'd rather be