I got it!We use cookies to customize content and advertising, to provide social media features, and to analyze traffic to our site. We also share information about your use of our site with our trusted social media, advertising and analytics partners. Read more.

Drive-by Truckers Lyrics
"Buttholeville"

/ 5
0 reviewers
Do you like this song?
(click stars to rate)
save!

my lyricsbox
Tired of living in Buttholeville
Tired of my job and my wife Lucille
Tired of my kids, Ronnie and Neil
Tired of my '68 Bonneville

Working down at Billy Bob's Bar and Grille
The food here tastes like the way I feel
There's a girl on the dance floor dressed to kill
She's the best looking woman in Buttholeville

Yeah, I'm gonna get out of Buttholeville
Gonna reach right in, gonna grab the till
Buy a brand new hat and a Coupe Deville
Lay a patch on the road that runs over the hill

There's a beach somewhere where the waters are still
Gonna lay in the sun till my skin peels
Drinking the best scotch whiskey, eating lobster, eating eel
Never going back to Buttholeville

Never going, never going, never going
Never going back, back, back, back
Back to Buttholeville, back to Buttholeville
Never going, never going, never going, never going
Never going, never going, never going
This song is from the album "Gangstabilly".