I know a cabin down there in Tennessee Where you can't find the forest on account of the trees And Old Perry Foster he got something to say And you can smell the pigs 'cause' they been cookin' all day I don't need no critics I don't need no suits I just

I'm gonna give all my secrets away Sick of all the insincere This time, don't need another perfect lie Tell me what you want to hear Don't care if critics ever jump in line Don't care if critics never jump in line So tell me what you want to hear I need