Hayseed Dixie - In The Backyard lyrics

Well he's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard) Layin' in the back yard Bullet in his head He's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard) Layin' in the back yard I reckon that he's dead Big Jimmy liked to drink enough whiskey To float a fast boat into town An' when he'd get to drinkin' that way He liked to smack his Suzie around Oh but late last Friday night Lord I guess she couldn't take no more And when the cops came around To investigate the sound She just pointed out the back door She said he's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard) Layin' in the back yard Bullet in his head He's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard) Layin' in the back yard I reckon that he's dead When the police asked her what happened Suzie said she didn't have a clue She said he took his pistol out just to give it a clean And that's all she knew Oh she cried tears that were so sincere Till she was out of breath While the Chief Detective was writin' in his note book “Accidental d**h” He said he's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard) Layin' in the back yard Bullet in his head He's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard) Layin' in the back yard I reckon that he's dead Well if you like to smack your woman Better heed these words my son 'Cause there's a whole lotta pretty little women these days Gettin' pretty good with a gun Oh you might think you got 'er under control You just might be surprised When your pretty little woman puts a 45 hole Right between your eyes! And says he's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard) Layin' in the back yard Bullet in his head He's layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard) Layin' in the back yard I reckon that he's dead (He's layin' in the backyard) He's layin' in the back yard Bullet in his head (He's layin' in the backyard) He's layin' in the back yard I reckon that he's dead (He's layin' in the backyard) He's layin' in the back yard Bullet in his head (He's layin' in the backyard) He's layin' in the back yard I reckon that he's dead (He's layin' in the backyard) He's layin' in the back yard Bullet in his head (He's layin' in the backyard) He's layin' in the back yard He's layin' in the back yard I reckon that he's dead