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Pork Rinds Headin' down I-10 and it's startin' to rain and the fuel is gettin' low This ol road's gettin' to my brain I got ten more miles to go Get to Ponchatula see my girl Lula She Knows how to tr4eat her beau She'll meet me at the door with an ice cold beer and some red beans on the stove Well it's Saturday night and I feel alright I got one thing on my mind Curl up with my baby and an ice cold beer and a big ol' bag of Pork Pinds Chorus: Pork rinds, Pork Rinds Once you eat 'em you cant get 'em offa your mind Red Hot, Barbeque, or Chiccarrones You just gotta take a couple bags home We got the big screen TV on the NASCAR channel The recliner's all set to go She'll give me a kiss with my second beer And hand me the remote control She'll say it's Saturday night and I feel alright I got one thing on my mind Curl up with my honey and an ice cold beer and a big ol' bag of Pork Pinds Chorus: Pork rinds, Pork Rinds Once you eat 'em you cant get 'em offa your mind Red Hot, Barbeque, or Chiccarrones You just gotta take a couple bags home Copyright 2005 Michael Bloomer |
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Credits: King Cake
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