Wanna know the truth? Well, I wrote it down
I got a PhD in thinkin' out loud
No book to buy, it's more like a list
It ain't long, kinda goes like this

Tell it like it is, don't sugarcoat it
Take it to the bank so you can't blow it
Use a little duct tape if you done broke it
When it don't start, you might have to choke it
If it gets too tall, you can just mow it
Ain't tall enough, sit back and grow it
And if you gotta drawl, you best just own it
So put a little "y'all" in your pipe and smoke it

Can't find a barstool, just find a porch
Hell, whiskey's cheaper at the liquor store
When life gets you down, go buy a dog
And in the end, you'll be better off

If you tell it like it is, don't sugarcoat it
Take it to the bank so you can't blow it
Use a little duct tape if you done broke it
When it don't start, you might have to choke it
If it gets too tall, you can just mow it
Ain't tall enough, sit back and grow it
And if you gotta drawl, you best just own it
So put a little "y'all" in your pipe and smoke it

(Whoo, whoo)
Yeah, hit that for me one more time
(Whoo, whoo)

And if it gets too tall, you can just mow it
Ain't tall enough, sit back and grow it
And if you gotta drawl, you best just own it
So put a little "y'all" in your pipe and smoke it

Smoke it
Smoke it
Smoke it Writer/s: Charles Dick, John Pierce, Lainey Wilson
Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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