There’s a man I know, Close to me
An enigma wrapped in a mystery
Oil on his pants and whiskey on his breath
With a zippo lighter and a soft pack of Reds
A musk that turns all the ladies heads
Leather boots, Leather pants, Leather Jacket, and a cowboy hat
Well, he’s lost a few and he’s winning some
Always does the bare minimum
Folks say he’s no good but that’s how Dilo’s roll
Doesn’t cause a mess doesn’t rock the boat
Tears the house down with just one note
Thumpin’ and a Bumpin’ and a Boomin’ on a one string bass
Well he’s worked like a dog his entire life
Doesn’t have a girl, or a kid, or a wife
Took a loan from the 81 and bought a bike
Among the toughest he is feared
8 feet tall with a 6 foot beard
Blacker than the blackest black a beard can be
Chorus:
Bud Black, Stomp your feet and slap your kness
Bud Black, Can you fix my engine please
Bud Black, Rip the sun right out the sky
I know I’m gonna see Black when I die
Well no one knows what he thinks about
Or what he dreams on his parents couch
Sleeps with his eyes open and his pillow is a cinder block
Well he lays like a corpse, wont answer the phone
Pretty little ladies wont leave him alone
Had a 3 way with a beauty queen ands a volley ball champ
Now, the boys in the band don’t give him any shit
Even if he ain’t that talented
Got a chain guitar strap, and brings a case of beer
And when the sunset melts and the blackness comes
You’ll hear that Harley engine run
Check him out, He’ll check you later bro
Chorus
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