In the Backyard - Hayseed Dixie

Layin' in the back yard

Bullet in his head

He’s layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)

Layin' in the back yard

I reckon that he’s dead

Big Jimmy liked to drink enough whiskey

To float a fast boat into town

An' when he’d get to drinkin' that way

He liked to smack his Suzie around

Oh but late last Friday night Lord

I guess she couldn’t take no more

And when the cops came around

To investigate the sound

She just pointed out the back door

She said he’s layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)

Layin' in the back yard

Bullet in his head

He’s layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)

Layin' in the back yard

I reckon that he’s dead

When the police asked her what happened

Suzie said she didn’t have a clue

She said he took his pistol out just to give it a clean

And that’s all she knew

Oh she cried tears that were so sincere

Till she was out of breath

While the Chief Detective was writin' in his note book

«Accidental Death»

He said he’s layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)

Layin' in the back yard

Bullet in his head

He’s layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)

Layin' in the back yard

I reckon that he’s dead

Well if you like to smack your woman

Better heed these words my son

'Cause there’s a whole lotta pretty little women these days

Gettin' pretty good with a gun

Oh you might think you got 'er under control

You just might be surprised

When your pretty little woman puts a 45 hole

Right between your eyes!

And says he’s layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)

Layin' in the back yard

Bullet in his head

He’s layin' in the back yard (layin' in the back yard)

Layin' in the back yard

I reckon that he’s dead

(He's layin' in the backyard)

He’s layin' in the back yard

Bullet in his head

(He's layin' in the backyard)

He’s layin' in the back yard

I reckon that he’s dead

(He's layin' in the backyard)

He’s layin' in the back yard

Bullet in his head

(He's layin' in the backyard)

He’s layin' in the back yard

I reckon that he’s dead

(He's layin' in the backyard)

He’s layin' in the back yard

Bullet in his head

(He's layin' in the backyard)

He’s layin' in the back yard

He’s layin' in the back yard

I reckon that he’s dead