April 2 Poem: Kickerville

I drive a four by four

With a gun in the rack

A toolbox in the bed

For a dog in the back

 

Can o' Skoal on the dashboard

With a cup for my spit

Stinking dirty floorboards

From the s--- I kick

 

My jeans ain't ripped

And my shirt's tucked in

I'm a kicker, M----- F-----

And that's all I've ever been

My girl's a barrel rider

And she's gotta stay with me

'Cause she's gotten a lot wider

Since she let me spread her knees

 

My jeans ain't ripped

And my shirt's tucked in

I'm a kicker, M----- F-----

And that's all I've ever been

 

If you love dogs and chickens

And you won't dance with your wife

If your relatives are "hick"-en

You can have a kicker life