Our Good Ol BoyWho art in a jacked up truck
Hallowed be thy 35s
Thy women: taken to a cornfield
Thy will: be done
As it is played in adult bars, purportedly, in a middle school dance too
Give us this day our daily catfish and ice cold beer
And forgive those who think of something original
And lead us not into downtown
But into copulation under the guise of hackneyed repurposed studio beats and not-even-subtly sexual lyrics that shower young minds
Amen!
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