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Well my name is Eddie, people say I'm mean, I grew my first mullet when I was thirteen 
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And it's a quarter past 2, I'm outside a bar, I gotta gun in my hand, I got a getaway car 
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Yeah, I got 2 boys, I name 'em Hank and Bleu, they're both seventeen, they got mullets, too 
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Yeah, we'll hit the bar boys and when the lights get low, it's the same old routine, we get the  
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money and go 
 
 
 
Looks like I go thru life without a care, you've seen me at the Farm Aid, air shows and the county fair 
We'll pull up slow out by the dock, well Hank take my pistol, go rob that ole bait shop 
Well look at me and you'd never know I come from a trailer park with Meth and tornado 
I hear 2 shots ring out and I see Hank run, his hands are filled some blood and money and a smokin' gun 
 
Fiddle Solo 
 
Well Hank's mullet ain't too long, it's a 5 and ten, he got it cut 9 months ago in the county pen 
I remember the 1st time he ever got in a jam, At thirteen years old and smokin' Kools in a stolen Trans Am 
Well,Hanks half brother Bleu his mom is from the ridge, Yeah he's got a rattail, it's a mullet hybrid 
His momma's got a hairdo and it requires a spray, it's a perm French mullet and all the boys, they call it moullet 
 
Guitar Solo 
 
This'll be the last night I ever see my home, I just hopped in my Camaro  
I just wanted to buy me one of them new Goody combs 
There was a roadblock up ahead, it turns out at the bait shop the owner ended up dead 
Now there ain't no turnin' around, they're outside my door, I'm surrounded by 8, 9 cops, ten, hell there may be more 
I know what went down if the descriptions fits ,well, they were lookin' for mullets and boys, I was in deep shit 
 
Mandolin Solo 
 
In my jail cell the beds are cold, they just give baloney sandwiches 
And never give me no chance of parole 
And I know better aw, Hank and Blue 
Yeah they're diggin' a tunnel and they're comin' after you know who