Dumpster Blues

[Verse] Ridin' my tractor, shootin' from the hip, Rusty ol’ barrel got a crack on the tip. BBQ sizzlin' in a beat-up oil drum, Goin' full throttle, chuggin' down the rum. Dumpster dive, grabbin’ scraps with a grin, Sauce on my fingers, barbeque sin. [Chorus] Blastin' with the homies, barbecue feast, Smoky dumpsters, never the least. Gunshots echo, sauce feelin’ sweet, Livin’ wild country, life of a street. [Verse 2] Grillin' possum, raccoon stew, Mississippi mud, boots caked in goo. Hand-me-down rifles, grandpappy’s pride, Trigger pulls smooth, ready to ride. Dumpster smellin' foul, flavor packed in, Country life dirty, rubbin’ on skin. [Chorus] Blastin' with the homies, barbecue feast, Smoky dumpsters, never the least. Gunshots echo, sauce feelin’ sweet, Livin’ wild country, life of a street. [Bridge] Junkyard dogs barkin', moonshine haze, Whiskey dreams fueled by fire's blaze. Lost in the rhythm, beat of the street, Savorin’ life, dumpster heat. [Verse 3] Hollow point tips, precision aim, Old whiskey barrels, target practice game. Venison jerky in the smokin’ heap, Daylight fades, troubles we sweep. Dumpster BBQ, the best town’s got, Bullet shells countin', ain't forgot.