That hot old summer sun, make you beg for your next breath So you best be on the creek bank laid in the shade Chewin' on a hickory twig, pass that bottle I'll have me a swig I ain't got a lot, but I think I got it made, in the shade I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind Catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style, drinkin' this homemade wine Hey if the sun don't come up tomorrow, people I have had a good time I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind I bet the old man's in the kitchen, He's got my kind of music on his radio Aww drinkin' his beer and dialin' up the request lines Mama and old Aunt Joan, probably in the dinin' room tryin' to use the phone Me, I'm thinkin' about, that girl and later tonight I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind Hey I'm catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style, I'm drinkin' this homemade wine Now if the sun don't come up tomorrow, people I have had a good time I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind You know the rednecks and the preppies, they're in their discos and the honky-tonks Somewhere between raisin' hell and amazin' grace Lord I know just how they feel, you gotta get out and kick up your heels And ain't it great, to be livin' in the Me, I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind Catchin' these fish like they're goin' out of style, drinkin' this homemade wine (All the time) If the sun don't come up tomorrow, people I have had a good time I'm just laid up here in a country state of mind (I know where Hank Jr's at) Odle lay hee oh, odle lay hee oh, odle lay hee