I DON’T MISS Lyrics by HARDY
Ten years old, 2-43
Big tall tine creeping through the pine trees
Held my breath, steadied my gun
Put it right there where the good blood runs
Tracked his ass down, made the front page
Up there at the deer camp to this day
He’s hangin’ with the rest of my Boones
As proof
That I don’t miss
I don’t miss
I don’t miss
Mr. Redneck taking you to school, I
Don’t hit nothin’ but the bullseye
Find one shit song in the archive
Bet ya have a hard time
I don’t miss
I left town after nineteen years
A buncha you’ll be backs ringin’ in my ears
Now I’m up here gettin’ hit up for front row tickets from the same shit talker sellin’ ditch weed
Workin’ at the Conoco
That I don’t miss
I don’t miss
I don’t miss
Mr. Redneck taking you to school, I
Don’t hit nothin’ but the bullseye
Find one shit song in the archive
Bet ya have a hard time
I don’t miss (Miss)
I don’t fucking miss (Miss)
Yeah
I ain’t Jordan but my first name’s Michael
And I swear with my hand on the Bible
Long as y’all keep feelin’ this shit
Well I’ma keep shooting ’cause
I don’t miss
I don’t miss
Mr. Redneck taking you to school, I
Don’t hit nothing but the bullseye
Find one shit song in the archive
Bet ya have a hard time
I don’t miss