E A Wished I had me a pickup, shotgun on the rack, B7 E Big-hearted woman beside me, much too dumb to ever talk back. A Case of beer and a tub o' ice and a pair of jeans that fit, B7 E And I'd be happy, happy as a pig in shit.
Oh, I wished I had me a cabin, way out on the point.
Dangle my toes in the water, roll me a two-foot joint.
Find me a 'gator to wrestle, till one of us holler, "Quit!"
And I'd be happy, happy as a pig in shit.
(Words and music by Tom Paxton, 1999)
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