Redneck GPS |
Lyrics"Redneck GPS (We're Lost Again, Earl!)"By Yves Stilmant © 2025 Verse 1A We set out for beer at a quarter to ten Said, "Let's take that shortcut past the old pig pen" Earl said, "Trust me, I know the route" That's when the last cell tower gave out Verse 1B Missed a turn by the burnin' couch Then got chased by a goat through somebody's outhouse Passed a bar called "The Devil's Lunch" And Earl swore it was time for brunch Pre-Chorus He said, "Left feels right, and right feels left" I said, "You're drivin' blind and half past deaf!" He leaned on instinct and a gut full of pie Now we're stuck watchin' buzzards fly Chorus We're lost again, Earl! (Dang, not again!) Bugtussle Gulch ain't got a city plan You said "Shortcut," I said "Nope" Now we're outta gas and outta hope We asked directions, got a pig instead Then Earl tried flirtin' with a man in red Now we're sleepin' in the sheriff's jail 'Cause Earl mistook his horse for a female Verse 2A We flagged down a truck with a wooden door Driver said, "Son, y'all ain't from here no more" Then he handed us a squirrel named Pete And wished us luck from the driver's seat Verse 2B Pulled into town with the tailgate low Blaring Conway Twitty on a busted radio Earl yelled, "We made it!" -- and tripped on a hen That's when the sheriff came countin' to ten Pre-Chorus He said, "Boys, y'all smell like moonshine stew" Earl said, "Smells like freedom and barbecue" I said, "Officer, we're just lost, not mean" He said, "Tell that to the Dairy Queen" Chorus We're lost again, Earl! (This ain't no game!) Tried to leave town but we circled the same You said, "Turn left," I said, "That's a tree" Now we're famous on local TV We hit a pothole, spilled our snacks Now we're wanted for disturbin' ducks in packs Bugtussle jail has got no flair Just a cot, a cat, and one angry mayor Bridge [SPOKEN:] Now listen, Earl, next time I drive... [SUNG:)] We'll take a map, or maybe survive Or ask a cow -- she knew the way Unlike you and your bourbon sway Final Chorus We're lost again, Earl! (Just admit it, man!) You got the sense of a broken fan You said, "Relax," I said, "Hell no!" Now we're wanted by a rodeo Our bail was paid by a preacher's duck Who said, "Y'all dumb, but you've got pluck" So here's to next time, with beer and faith... But I'm never lettin' Earl navigate! Tagline (chant style) "Left at the barn, right at the moon -- Thanks again, Earl -- we're doomed real soon!" |
| Short Song Description: Me and Earl got moonshine, and this happened... |
| Lyric Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Music Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Producer Credits: Lumiere Soundworks/Audio Alchemy Productions |
| Publisher Credits: Groove Tattoo Publishing |
| Performance Credits: Yves Stilmant |
| Song Length: 3:05 |
| Primary Genre: Country-General |
| Secondary Genre: - |
| Lead Vocal: Male Vocal |
| Language: English |
| Era: 2000 and later |