C. Mead, C. Scruggs

You gotta four piece band and a LA tan
You smile at me and you shake my hand
But I got something baby that you need
And you'll stab me in the back just to watch me bleed

Always tellin' me about what you got
Always buggin' me about what I'm not
Always comin' off like some big shot
Wasting my precious time

No, no, no that ain't no friend of mine

There's a man in D.C. and he speaks for me
But all he cares about is his Texas tea
Well I don't know what he will say
But I'll bet money that I'm gonna pay
No, no, no..

I've been milked real slow so many years in a row
I wonder when my bucket's gonna overflow
He's giving me advice like he's my best friend
But all he wants from me is a billboard grin

No, no,