That hot, old, summer sun
Will make you beg for your next breath
So you best be on the creek bank, laid in the shade
Chewin' on a hickory twig, pass that bottle, I'll have me a swig
I ain't got a lot, but I think I got it made, in the shade

I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind
Catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style
Drinkin' this homemade wine
Hey, if the sun don't come up tomorrow
People, I have had a good time
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind

I bet the old man's in the kitchen
He's got my kind of music on his radio
Oh, drinkin' his beer and dialin' up the request line
And mama and old aunt Joan
They're probably in the dining room tryna use the phone
Me, I'm thinkin' about that girl and later tonight
Oh, yes

I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind
Yeah, I'm catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style
I'm sippin' that homemade wine
And if the sun don't come up tomorrow
Lordy, people, I have had a good time
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind

You know, the rednecks and the preppies
They're in their discos and honky-tonks
Oh, somewhere between raisin' hell and amazin' grace

Lord, I know just how they feel
You gotta get out and kick up your heels
And ain't it great to be livin' in the USA?

Me, I'm laid up here in a country state of mind
Yeah, I'm catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style
Drinkin' this homemade wine
And if the sun don't shine tomorrow
Oh, people, I have had a good time
I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind

Hey-yodel-ay-ee-oh, lay-ee-eh, oh-lay-ee
Ye-hoo

Copyright: BOCEPHUS MUSIC INC
Writer(s): Hank Williams Jr., Roger Alan Wade