I DON’T MISS Songtext
von HARDY

Ten years old, 243
Big tall tine creeping 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 Boones
As proof

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

Mr. Redneck taking you to school, I
Don′t hit nothin′ but the bullseye
Find one shit song in the archive
Bet ya have a hard time
I don't miss


I left town after nineteen years
A buncha you′ll be backs 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 taking you to school, I
Don't hit nothin′ but the bullseye
Find one shit song in the archive
Bet ya 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 shooting ′cause
I don't miss

Whoa, whoa
Whoa, whoa


I don′t miss
Mr. Redneck taking you to school, I
Don't hit nothing but the bullseye
Find one shit song in the archive
Bet ya have a hard time
I don′t miss