I like Molly Hatchet
Creedence and the Stones
[?] and the Destroyers
Them boys was b-b-bad to the bone
And Skynyrd from the front row where we sat
Man, it don't get much better than that
But you can't beat the sound
Of a wood-duck copped up just about to land
Keep a crossbill singin'
My ears steady ringin'
Anytime I can
Oh if you ain't never seen a freebird fly
Man you wouldn't understand
My favorite band is on the wet foot in my hand
I don't drool over diamonds
I'd rather sling some steel
Y'all keep being snowflakes
I'm gonna go shoot some teal
Man you know what's wrong with these kids today?
They don't have a clue what I mean when I say
That you can't beat the sound
Of a wood-duck copped up just about to land
Keep a crossbill singin'
My ears steady ringin'
Anytime I can
Oh if you ain't never seen a freebird fly
Man you wouldn't understand
My favorite band is on the wet foot in my hand
Get you a good dog, a good gun
Head out to the blind, here comes the sun
It's a good spread, check the decoys
Get your gun ready here they come boys
It's the sound
Of them wood-duck copped up just about to land
Twelve gauge singin'
Ears are ringin'
Feel like a hundred grand
Oh I can't make that old freebird fly
Right into the fryin' pan
My favorite band is on the wet foot in my hand
Yeah my favorite band is on the wet foot in my hand
Fire up the grill boys