"Bowlegs" (J. Hanna)

Sometimes things don't work out
But that's how life is, son
All them little miseries
Can keep you on the run

One morning you may wake up
With your face down in the eggs
So just put out the fire, call in the dogs
And head it on back to Bowlegs
Y'all just put out the fire, call in the dogs
And head it on back to Bowlegs

Well, lots of people in this world
Are tryin' to make a buck
Some folks ride in limousines
While others drive them big ol' Peterbilt trucks

Remember that old saying
'Bout the round holes and square pegs
And just put out the fire, call in the dogs
And head it on back to Bowlegs
We'll all just put out the fire, call in the dogs
And head it on back to Bowlegs

There's no use tryin' to be what you're not
You run on a treadmill and you'll get tired a lot
So why not take some advice from me
Even though I ain't no McCartney ("yeah, yeah yeah")

Well, the moral of this story
Escapes me at this time
I've been too busy standin' up here
Just tryin' to make this piece of shit rhyme

I'm a crazy, drunken fool
When I finish off this keg
I'm gonna piss on the fire, call in the dogs
And head it on back to... yeah
Piss on the fire, call in the dogs
And head it on back to Bowlegs

We'll all ("psssss") on the fire, call in the dogs
And head it on back to Bowlegs