Feelin' like a treed coon with all the shit that I been through
There's work and home, and they both suck
And then there's you
Behind 'em with your shotgun, gonna knock me on my ass
I'm feelin' like a treed coon, so barkeep fill my glass
My boss yelled at me again today, get yer lazy ass back to work
Well I sure get all the shit jobs, but I never get the perks
Ole Johnny Paycheck and DAC had it right in that old song
I'm gonna take my job and shove it, right where it belongs
Feelin' like a treed coon with all the shit that I been through
My head is poundin' from all the barkin'
And then there's you
Behind 'em with your shotgun, gonna blow me straight to Hell
I'm feelin' like a treed coon, and the hounds have caught my smell
My wife done left me yesterday, she's taken up with some new sport
My kids all think that I'm a 'tard, an idiot and a dork
Well maybe they're all right ya know, an' what they say is true
But the last straw on this here hump, you know it's you
Feelin' like a treed coon with all the shit that I been through
Howlin' and droolin' and slaverin' fangs
And then there's you
Behind 'em with your shotgun, and I know you want me gone
I'm feelin' like a treed coon, and I don't have very long
When you and I, when we first met we didn't have a clue
What all would happen to us both 'cause of me and 'cause of you
What started out so awesome now has suddenly gone South
Ain't nothin' I can do, so I'm just gonna shut my mouth
Feelin' like a treed coon with all the shit that I been through
All them claws a-shreddin' the bark
And then there's you
Behind 'em with your shotgun, and I see you draw a bead
I'm feelin' like a treed coon, and a lift is what I need
When we were friends and hangin' out, well everything was great
Now what I see there on your face looks a helluva lot like hate
I'm outta here don't worry, you won't be seein' me around
Gotta get my ass down from this tree, get my feet back on the ground
Feelin' like a treed coon with all the shit that I been through
They almost got my tail that time
And then there's you
Behind 'em with your shotgun, and I know the end is near
I'm feelin' like a treed coon, Jesus get me out of here
I'm feelin' like a treed coon, Jesus get me out of here
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