I think it’s that girlfriend 
I’m a failed country 
You’re in it for one 
And western yodeller 
You’re in it for two 
Trying our hands 
You’re in it for two 
I’m in it for two 
Delivery girl 
And that’s for starters 
I say what harm can 
And hunt that bootleg 
One little sip do 
At something so new 
Even hunt a few 
Years of brylcreeming 
A couple of bars 
Nearly grown out hair 
You make your come back 
You sign the contract 
Into a ducks’ ass 
With a paperback 
Delivery girl 
You sign the contract 
You make the soundtrack 
And hunt that bootleg