Oh Lord, have mercy on me
Please pull me from this heat
My hands are burning and I can't feel my feet
This wasn't how my life was to be
Bum bum bum bum, Oh no
Bum bum bum bum, Oh no
I'm going down with the Devil's thunder, yeah
I'm going down
So throw me some water
Yeah, Throw me some water
Water, oh no
You said last time in old Quebec
Your child of comfort, of guilt and regret
It's no wonder you feel you're going down
So I buck up, and back on my feet
And the money is good and revenge is sweet
But I still wonder about me
Bum bum bum bum, oh no
Bum bum bum bum, oh no
I'm going down with the Devil's thunder, yeah
I'm going down
So throw me some water
Yeah, Throw me some water
Water, Oh no
They say sing for your supper
But they say sing for your pain
But it won't bring the rain,
No it won't bring the rain
No no
Oh no no
I'm going down with the Devil's thunder, yeah
I'm going down
So throw me some water
Yeah, Throw me some water
Water, Oh no
Bum bum bum bum, oh no
Bum bum bum bum, oh no
Tearing up the earth and knocking down those cornrows
Plowboy, mule and a size twelve steel toe
Working up a sweat, gonna meet her at the fishing hole
She got the bait and I'll bring the canepole
Let down the tailgate
Tonight she gonna get home late
Yeah, yeah
You call us hicks from the sticks, we don't really give a shit
Hell yeah
Little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and bred
Real live southern pride and country 'til the day we die
Styrofoam cooler keeping all them beers cold
Lights on a roll bar shining down a dirt road
Pontoons tied up right up to the floating dock
Girls keep it bouncing, dancing going non-stop
When it gets hotter
We naked in the water
Yeah, yeah
You call us hicks from the sticks, we don't really give a shit
Hell yeah
Little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and bred
Real live southern pride and country 'til the day we die
Yeah, yeah
You call us hicks from the sticks, we don't really give a shit
Well, hell yeah
Little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and bred
Yeah, yeah
You call us hicks from the sticks, we don't really give a shit
Well, hell yeah
Little redneck, corn fed, up a hollow, born and bred
Real live southern pride
Well, my daddy sure did raise me right
Nah, we ain't scared to fight
'Cause we're country 'til the day we die