I live in a trailer the county is about to condemn, I wake up each morning with my lungs full of phlegm, My girlfriend left me for a man with a job, She said I was just a hillbilly beer drinking slob, I can’t work computers or barely a phone, And, the state IRS just won’t leave me alone, I got no money for lawyers, so they know I’m easy to rob, Because I’m just a poor hillbilly beer drinking slob, I can’t pay any rent; soon I’ll be out in the cold, All my stuff to the pawn shops, I’ve already sold, If I had a beer, over my beer I would sob, For I’m just a poor hillbilly beer drinking slob.