INTRO: D A Well I got me a lick on an old guitar A About the best you ever heard A I got me a song and I wrote it myself D But you can't believe the words D (I can't even believe I wrote it) I beat the DEA and the AMA And the CMA to boot I backed 'em up and I held 'em up With a gun that wouldn't shoot (Hell I didn't even have no bullets) CHORUS: D Back home where I come from A That would've impressed everyone A Beats anything they've seen under the sun D Back home where I come from SOLO: A D Well I got me a wife but I got a divorce Then you'll never guess what I did I got alimony and child support And I ain't even got no kids (And that ain't bad for the kids) But I do know the law and he's got a friend Who's a friend of a friend of mine There ain't no string that he can't pull To get me in and out of a bind (Ol' Jess can even push a spell) CHORUS BRIDGE: A I'm a little bit bubba and a redneck mother A Like the Biblical prodigal son CHORUS OUTRO: D