He can’t even bait a hook. He can’t even skin a buck
He don’t know who Jack Daniels is. Aint ever drove a Truck
Knows how to throw out a line but not the kind in a Field and Stream book
No darling I aint even worried you’ll come running back
He can’t even bait a hook

Has he kissed you in a hay field as a summer rain falls down?
Has he took you to meet Mama back in his hometown?
Does he drive the interstate or does he take them ol’ back roads?
Can he melt your heart with a Haggard song every good ol’ boy should know?
I didn’t think so

He can’t even bait a hook. He can’t even skin a buck
He don’t know who Jack Daniels is. Aint ever drove a Truck
Knows how to throw out a line but not the kind in a Field and Stream book
No darling I aint even worried you’ll come running back
He can’t even bait a hook

BRIDGE
It won’t be that long till you start getting bored.
I’ll be smiling on the river, reeling in one more

He can’t even bait a hook. He cant even skin a buck
He don’t know who Jack Daniels is. Aint ever drove a Truck
Knows how to throw out a line but not the kind in a Field and Stream book
No darling I aint even worried you’ll come running back
He can’t even bait a hook
No babe I aint even worried
He can’t even bait a hook

This tab will allow you to play the song without changing tunings but you
won’t get the low tone you hear in the picking of the song – you can
also Capo 4 and play A C, G Bb and D F

Capo 1

I started out with a .410, then moved to a .20 gauge
Every squirrel and rabbit in Dallas county knew my name
I sat on the stand with PawPaw from the time I was three years old
When I was eight I used a muzzle loader to kill my first doe
These days I go down to Wal-Mart and they set ‘em in the back
Some people wanna take ‘em away, why don’t you go bust them boys that sellin’ crack

Chorus:
Guns, whether Remingtons and Glocks
Come on man it ain’t like I’m a-slingin’ ‘em on the block
I’m gonna tell you once and listen son
As long as I’m alive and breathing
You wont take my guns

If there ever was a time we need ‘em, I’d say it be today
When we’re letting them terrorists watch cable TV and walk out of Guantanamo Bay
I just try to do the right thing and raise my family in this land
Treating me like you want to be treated and that’s what I call a man
If we don’t have ‘em, what do we do. Tell me where we gunna go
Somebody breaks into my house, I’m gunna need my Colt .44

Chorus

Listen

Chorus

No, you can take ‘em from me when you take ‘em from my grandpa and my daddy

Yellow blue bird on a red clay road, kickin’ up a cloud of dust.

Burned into my memory like an Arkansas summer sun.

Last day of school, kick off your shoes, gonna grab up a fishin’ pole.

Every boy and girl in this part of the county gonna meet at the swimmin’ hole.

I’m a dirt road kid, and I’m proud of it.

And if you ask me, that’s the way everybody ‘oughta live.

I’m a country boy, born to hunt and fish.

Raised way out yonder, it ain’t no wonder, I’m a dirt road kid.

If I show up at your party in my muddy boots, don’t get bent outta shape.

Drank a little too much, gettin’ loud and rowdy, an’ get up in your face.

But by the end of the night you’ll be a friend of mine and I’ll even let you drive my truck.

Show you how to pull it out with a winch when you’re stuck to the axel studs.

I’m a dirt road kid, and I’m proud of it.

And if you ask me, that’s the way everybody ‘oughta live.

I’m a country boy, born to hunt and fish.

Raised way out yonder, it ain’t no wonder, I’m a dirt road kid.

When the show is over and the lights go down,

don’t look for me out on the town,

there’s just one place I’ll be found.

I’m a dirt road kid, hell I’m proud of it.

And if you ask me, that’s the way everybody ‘oughta live.

I’m a country boy, born to hunt and fish.

Raised way out yonder, it ain’t no wonder, I’m a dirt road kid.

Raised way out yonder, it ain’t no wonder, I’m a dirt road kid.