Day Late & A Buck Short (Acoustic)

You packed that Mossy Oak

One case of .308 and caught you a blue-eyed doe

But ain't white tail you were chasin'

Said you'd be home by Sunday, but I went to church alone

It's 2 p.m. on Monday, and here you come

Pullin' in the neighborhood, but you ain't out the woods yet

Smilin' like you had some luck, but that's an empty truck bed

You went out huntin', but forgot your gun

Oh, dear, tell me somethin', do you think I'm dumb?

Camo can't cover up the smell of her sweet Dior

So there's your suitcase, baby, on the front porch

'Cause you're a day late and a buck short, hey

Go 'head boy, shoot your shot, talk your way out of this one

Point blank, yeah, you got caught, and there's nowhere left to run

Red-handed with that shade of pink lipstick on your collar

You packed Luccheses to climb deer stands in the holler

You went out huntin', but forgot your gun

Oh, dear, tell me somethin', do you think I'm dumb?

Camo can't cover up the smell of her sweet Dior

So there's your suitcase, baby, on the front porch

'Cause you're a day late and a buck short, hey

Whoa

Day late and a buck short

Whoa

A day late and a, a buck short

You're a day late and a buck short

If ya ain't ready to meet the Lord

You better high tail it out the door

'Cause this rifle here ain't yours no more

Oh, whoa

You went out huntin', but forgot your gun

Oh, dear, tell me somethin', do you think I'm dumb?

Camo can't cover up the smell of her sweet Dior

There's your suitcase, baby, on the front porch

'Cause you're a day late and a buck short

There's your suitcase, baby, on the front porch

You're a day late and a, a buck short, hey

Whoa

Day late and a buck short

Whoa

A day late and a, a buck short