Текст песни I DON'T MISS - Hardy

Ten years old, .243
Big talk time creepin' through the pine trees
Held my breath, steadied my gun
Put it right there where the good blood runs
Tracked his ass down, made the front page
Up there at the deer camp to this day
He's hangin' with the rest of my boons
As proof

That I don't miss
I don't miss
I don't miss

Mr. Redneck takin' you to school
I don't hit nothin' but the bullseye
Find one shit song in the archive
Bet you'll have a hard time
I don't miss

I left town after 19 years
There's a buncha you'll be back ringin' in my ears
Now, I'm up here gettin' hit up for front row
Tickets from the same shit, talker sellin' ditch weed
Workin' at the Conoco

That I don't miss
I don't miss
I don't miss

Mr. Redneck takin' you to school
I don't hit nothin' but the bullseye
Find one shit song in the archive
Bet you'll have a hard time
I don't miss (miss)
I don't fucking miss (miss)

Yeah
I ain't Jordan, but my first name's Michael
And I swear with my hand on the Bible
'Long as y'all keep feelin' this shit
Well I'ma keep shootin' 'cause
I don't miss (miss)

Woah, woah
Woah, woah
I don't miss

Mr. Redneck takin' you to school
I don't hit nothin' but the bullseye
Find one shit song in the archive
Bet you'll have a hard time
I don't miss