Hank Williams III - Toothpickin' lyrics

Hey, I’m tryin’ to get it on, on a Saturday night I been workin’ too hard and I’m feelin’ uptight I’m runnin’ and a gunnin’ all over this town If I ain’t got luck… I got a good coon hound I’m lookin’ for a wild time on Saturday night And I just might find me a hillbilly wife A friend on the hill, he’s makin’ moonshine He said don’t forget to bring me that homemade wine Well, we take a few shots and we hit them trails There ain’t no troopers here to take us to jail Well we’re up on the hill and were drinkin’ moonshine and we ain’t gotta worry bout the cops hittin’ dem’ blue lights... Little bit proud cause I was born in the South I wanna really pretty girl with a really pretty mouth I’ll take her in the woods and show her how to shoot a can When she grabs my hips, you know the South will rise again But for now I’m just a hillbilly man with my jacked up truck and my jacked up van They call me Toothpick on the CB Radio waves If I get too tired you know the CB keeps me awake I’m throwing lots of gravel, be the first to two tons Might be a little work, but I think it’s fun I’m four wheel drivin’ on a Saturday night and I’m lookin’ for a girl who might wanna be my wife Well I got my guitar and my hillbilly band I got some real good dogs and a rent a little land Well I don’t know if I’m gonna make it all the way But I do it for the good doin’ it my own way Well I got my guitar and my hillbilly band I got some real good dogs and a rent a bit of land Well lookin’ for a ride out there under that moon light I been workin’ too hard and I hate to feel uptight I’m a runnin’ and a gunnin all over this town If I ain’t gotta luck I gotta good coon hound   Hey, I’m tryin’ to get it on, on a Saturday night I been workin’ too hard and I’m feelin’ uptight I’m runnin’ and a gunnin’ all over this town If I ain’t got luck… I got a good coon hound I’m lookin’ for a wild time on Saturday night And I just might find me a hillbilly wife A friend on the hill, he’s makin’ moonshine He said don’t forget to bring me that homemade wine Well, we take a few shots and we hit them trails There ain’t no troopers here to take us to jail Well we’re up on the hill and were drinkin’ moonshine and we ain’t gotta worry bout the cops hittin’ dem’ blue lights...   I’m a runnin’ and a gunnin’ on a Saturday night And I just might find me a hillbilly wife