Property Line

Daddy bought a hundred acres

Outside of Birmingham

Never knew a man to love better

Than drivin' on his own land

Dashboard of scratch-off tickets

Puttin' miles on that old, white truck

Hauling around misfortune

And turning it into luck

One day, two knucklehead fools come

Philandering over the hill

Yeah, I heard it was one of the Bradley's

Or whichever one ain't in jail

Slipped 'em down under the fence

Drunk on Mountain Dew

Straight up the double-barrel side

Of Dad's sawed-off Bustaroo

Cockin' back a grin, he tells 'em

"Property line, property line

You keep on your side, I'll stick on mine

Come a-wandering up this way a little too long

You're sure to find

The red-hot, smoking end of my property line"

Other night, I did a month of drinkin'

Y'all know how the story goes

I found me a beautiful girl

Her name was Darla, or was it Rose? Anyhow

We barely even got to talking

I's sucker punched right in the mouth

By her 6 foot dang ex-girlfriend

Dear Mama, this ain't the South

They threw me into the bar, screamin'

"Property line, property line

Keep on your side, I'll stick on mine

Come a-wandering up this way a little too long

You're sure to find

The red-hot, smoking end of my property line"

So don't you come around again

My property line