Goddamn it's getting warmer
And there's so much to do
But every chore I complete
I always think of you
Running through the rain
To let the chickens out
Catch you talking to the rooster
Asking what them hens are on about
Drinking in the sun
Cutting locust for the deck
Measuring all of them boards twice
Checking you out more than that
'Cause I want you bad
There's a burn mark on my hat
From your camel light I lit
'Cause pretty girls should never light
Their own cigarette
F*ck that Childers song
We sang every Friday night
Once we came down the mountain
And crossed over that county line
Get a feeling in my gut
Every time I see your name
Goddamn I hate that camper
I pass on 50 every day
'Cause I want you bad
Broken hearts ain't the same as you get older
Like a phantom pain after you amputate the limb
But I still feel you there
'Cause I want you bad