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

You'll let me in With those whiskey eyes You'll tell me things I know they're all lies I will fight, I'll fight for you And there's nothing I can't do I'm a motherfuckin' Coke Boy! On the count of three I want everybody to say

I've dethroned the king of contradiction Or were you just a jester all along, a simple pawn? Don't you know you can't count your tears like your money Running down the drain You don't need to pray for me 'cause I'm not the one to blame I can't wait to

I'll be there And I know when I need it I can count on you like four three two 'Cause that's what friends are supposed to do, oh yeah Find out what we're made of When we are called to help our friends in need You can count on me like one two three You'll