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Damn You Bubba

Trace Adkins

I was workin’ my magic one night at the rusty spur
I was talkin’ that you know what to you know her
I was layin’ it down like barbeque sauce brushin’ it on real thick
When he walked in she flashed him a grin
I never lost a woman that quick

Awe... damned you bubba
And your 82 Cadillac
And your new hairdo and your dancin’ shoes
Your’re makin’ me look bad
Oh, damned you bubba
And your 50 dollar bank roll
And your Brand new jeans
I know what that means
Babba’s got a J-O-B
Awe... damned you bubba

Last week bubba sat at the shallow end of the bar
He was one of us tryin’ his best to just win a heart
Walked up to him and said hey bubba, let me get in on your plan
He leaned back and laughed and said "the bubba don’t run with a wing man"

Awe... damned you bubba
And your 82 Cadillac
And your new hairdo and your dancin’ shoes
Your’re makin’ me look bad
Damn you bubba
And your 50 dollar bank roll
And your Brand new jeans
I know what that means
Babba’s got a J-O-B
And I D-O-N-T
Awe... damned you bubba

Turned in my application Friday mornin’
At 6 A.M on the dot
A man called Monday said I’m sorry
Bubba done filled that slot

Awo... damned you bubba
Yeah… always knew momma liked you best

Aho... damned you bubba
And your 82 Cadillac
And your new hairdo and your dancin’ shoes
You’re makin’ me look bad
Damned you bubba
With your 50 dollar bank roll
And your Brand new jeans
I know what that means
Babba’s got a J-O-B
And I D-O-N-T
I got to get a J.O.B.
Aho... damned you bubba...
Aho... damned you bubba...

You call yourself the bubba
Now who does that really? You know?
I'm tellin' daddy
Remember that Tonka truck you lost when we were kids?
I still got it!

Composição: Bruce Wallace/Chris Wallin





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