Riley Green - Rather Be Lyrics

I'd rather be seven beers deep
With a Coleman cooler propping up my feet
My ass in a lawn char, floating on the breeze in a Sun Tracker
I'd rather be tucked in a pit blind
Somewhere on the Mississippi-Louisiana state line
Waitin' on them greenheads to do a fly by, lip full of tobacco

When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be

I'd rather be stripping off shingles on a July roof down in Tishomingo
Workin' like a dog, livin' in a single-wide
Yes, I would
I'd rather be stuck at your mama's
Watching midday reruns of her favorite dramas
Wearin' my pajamas, neck deep in Days of Our Lives

When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
Yeah, all the places I'd rather be

Oh, let me hear it
How I leave my clothes on the floor
Track dirt through the door
And don't bother cleanin' up
Let me hear 'bout the guy you wish I was

When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
When I hear you bitch at me
It makes me think of all the places I'd rather be
There's a lot of places I'd rather be