Oh, eighty-six,
I remember The first time I saw my mother’s eyes
Then it’s rice and gravy, corn and coffee, biscuits and beer
For eighteen years on a county Line
Burning bridges so fast
Oh the memories how they last
Pissed off some folks, made some jokes
There’s nothin’ we didn’t try
Thank God we made it out alive
Steel toes and hardhats
Them Port Arthur boys have no fear
All this rice and gravy, corn and coffee, biscuits and beer
Just tryin’ to make livin’ ‘round here
Sweet Momma she prays
That her man survives the day
He makes it home, his back is blown
Put the kids to bed
Wake up and do it all again
Saddle up, it’s Friday
The rest of the week is now done
All this rice and gravy, corn and coffee, biscuits and beer
Has got me an appetite for having fun
Chase the moon into the sun
Chase a shot with another one
Then it’s Waffle House, slurring mouth
Order me some grits
If they can’t understand us
Well we don’t give a shit