Source: Horntip Collection - Half-Mind Hymnal 2011

Lyrics

Nibblin’ on rum cake, watchin’ the sun bake; All of those hashers covered with beer. Strokin’ my big thing on my front porch swing. Smell those virgins— They’re beginnin’ to fear.

Wasted away again in South Huntsville, Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there’s a harriett to blame, But I know it’s not my fault.

Don’t know the reason, Hashed here all season With nothing to show but this on-on tatoo. But it’s a real beauty, A fleet-footed cutie, how it got here I haven’t a clue.

Wasted away again in South Huntsville, Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there’s a harreitte to blame, Now I think,— hell it can’t be my fault.

I blew my achilles, Fell down to my knees; Iced my heel, had to run on back home. But there’s beer in the ice chest, And soon I’ll feel some breast That sexual attraction that helps me hash on.

Wasted away again in South Huntsville Searchin’ for my lost shaker of salt. Some people claim that there’s a harriette to blame, But I know, it’s the beers damn fault. Yes, and some people claim that there’s a woman to blame, And I know it’s the beers damn fault.