A Little Too Far - Charlie Farley

Last of a dying breed

True son from the South

I’m from if you back talk momma

You get busted in the mouth

I’m from that rolling bubble

In a clear glass jar

Way back in the Mason-Dixon sign (Mason-Dixon sign)

Everything is a little too far yeah

I got frog eyes in the pickle jar

The whiskey still still smokes like old cars

I got a half a pack of cancer sticks left

And I just tossed down a thirty pack of regrets

Yeah we shooting polecats

And catching channel cats

We like a throwback

Like an old Johnny Cash track

So you can get a map, buy a magnifying glass

Look till ya eyes hurt

But you won’t find where we’re at, 'cause

We’re getting dirty down an old dirt road

No city limits in sight

Yeah go ahead and get a little sideways

Giving up tonight

Don’t care too much for the drama

You can leave that shit at home

Round here we know how to throw it down

So let me tell you where I’m from

I’m from the

Last of a dying breed

True son from the South

I’m from if you back talk momma

You get busted in the mouth

I’m from that rolling bubble

In a clear glass jar

Way back in the Mason-Dixon sign (Mason-Dixon sign)

Everything is a little too far yeah

I still bowfish and go frog gigging

The viddles on my plate are all God-given

I roll my own smoke and mind my own business

Couple tokes of the green got me seeing night vision

I’m from the backside of the boondocks

Where the honeybees swarm in the treetops

Making what I need, and it’s free, no cost

To get another honey 'shine batch brewed up, uh

Momma raised me in the church, but I quit going

Daddy’s rebel blood’s in me, and it’s still flowing

And it will till I’m

simmer-, simmering down

So, so put the Crown on the rocks and the beer in the chest

I’ve been called a mess but I know that I’m blessed

Because out here is where my head rests

You gotta holler to find me 'cause Verizon can’t hear me yet, yet

Last of a dying breed (dying breed)

True son from the South (from the South)

I’m from if you back talk momma (back talk momma)

You get busted in the mouth (in the mouth)

I’m from that rolling bubble (rolling bubble)

In a clear glass jar (a clear glass jar)

Way back in the Mason-Dixon sign (Mason-Dixon sign)

Everything is a little too far yeah