Rifle's, Beer And Old Man Flionis

Rifle's, Beer And Old Man Flionis
(D)Rifle's, Beer and Old man Flionis
(G)Sure aint a gooc combination for us
(D)Shooting birds after (E)comming home(A)
 debaucherized

(D)Crancking up the radio for midnoght hunting
(G)Chasing greased pigs at three in the morning
(D)That old man should've (E)put a slug in (A)us

Riding dirt bikes in the steer corrall
Getting in fights and screaming loud
Thats why hes bald after all we put him through

There were paintball wars instead of chore's
Or that night we took off on the horse
I wouldnt trade those days for all this world

And that old cat that we named "Bird Dog"
Ate all the crow's that were shot
His record in one day was twenty three

Well, I see him every now and then
With brotherly love were still good friends
Old man Flionis, here's your purple heart

Written By, Byron Abel