I was on the field on a Friday night
Third-string, had to swallow my pride
I got thrown in on the fourth and five
Just so they could take a knee
Oh, I was only thinkin´ ´bout my six-string

I remember coach tryna break us down
Two-a-days had us passin´ out
This week we gotta play away
Home team just came from state
Lost by six, that´s the worst way
Damn, bus ride back had a sour taste

Had a revelation ´bout where I wanna be
I was drained of patience and my energy
Just to find out I played the wrong game
I was thinkin´ ´bout my six-string

Heat wave, ain´t ever takin´ breaks
Oh, we would find shade in the cemetery
Drove a couple hours to the Angel Oak
Heavy conversation with a little smoke

Mama´s cookin´ up cornmeal grains
Daddy´s yellin´ at the football game
I was upstairs tryna make a name
I was upstairs with my six-string