Rather Be Riley Green

[Verse 1]
I'd rather be seven beers deep
With a Coleman cooler propping up my feet
My ass in a lawn chair, floating on the breeze
In a Sun Tracker
I'd rather be tucked in a pit blind
Somewhere on the Mississippi-Louisiana state line
Waiting on them green-heads to do a fly-by
Lip full of tobacco

[Chorus]
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the
Places I'd rather be

[Verse 2]
I'd rather be stripping off shingles
On a July roof down in Tishomingo
Working like a dog, living in a single-wide
Yes, I would
I'd rather be stuck at your mama's
Watching midday reruns of her favorite dramas
Wearing my pajamas, nеck-deep in Days of our Lives

[Chorus]
When I hear you bitch at mе
It makes me think of all the
Places I'd rather be