It Ain't Over Yet - Charlie Farley

See the truck take a photo, I’m 'bout to go pogo

Four by four deep or keep it on the low low

If I get this truck stuck, I won’t need a tow rope

Too deep to see somebody bring me a tug boat

Now I’m bolo, fifth in my Solo

Lord of the Skoal rings, redneck Frodo

Filmin' with the GoPro, got a little go go

Juice in my cup, touchin' it is a no no

When I’m inside I ain’t ever ridin' solo

This ain’t the city life boy, we keep it down in slo-mo

On a big hill, hill hoppin' like I’m loco

I ain’t from Oklahoma but I like I’m in Poteau

This is for the nights we won’t remember

Chillin' with the friends we won’t forget

Yeah, and we are down for whatever

Long as we’re alive it ain’t over yet

This is for the nights we won’t remember

Chillin' with the friends we won’t forget

Yeah, and we are down for whatever

Long as we’re alive it ain’t over yet

Loaded down with ammo, everyone in camo

Smokin' Marlboro’s 'cause we ain’t ever seen a camel

Deadlier than Rambo, if I fly off the handle

Yeah, we in a field but this here ain’t Lambeau

So get your banjo, and your tambo

-rine ringin' for these girls goin' commando

Leave ya Lambo Bo, bring ya aloe

Rub the farmers tan down, down to the nano

Come here in your flannels, leave in your sandals

It’s an all night thang, drank 'til you can’t go

Higher than soprano minus the piano

You don’t believe me then you need to come and get a handful

It ain’t over yet

It ain’t over yet

Nah, it ain’t over yet

It ain’t, it ain’t, over yet

This is for the nights we won’t remember

Chillin' with the friends we won’t forget

Yeah, and we are down for whatever

Long as we’re alive it ain’t over yet

This is for the nights we won’t remember

Chillin' with the friends we won’t forget

Yeah, and we are down for whatever

Long as we’re alive it ain’t over yet

This is a night we’ll never remember

Biggest party around and our town ain’t on the map

Chillin' with friends we’ll never forget

So when I go missin' you ought to know where I’m at

We’re in the back of a field in the back of a truck

With tobacco stacked in a pile and a lap filled with a jug

That has enough shine up in it to get an Irish town drunk

Even Survivorman would phone a friend to pick his ass up

This is for the nights we won’t remember

Chillin' with the friends we won’t forget

Yeah, and we are down for whatever

Long as we’re alive it ain’t over yet

This is for the nights we won’t remember

Chillin' with the friends we won’t forget

Yeah, and we are down for whatever

Long as we’re alive it ain’t over yet