Lyrics

Here in the country on a friday night
When we want to get to feeling right
there's a place off the road, where my bronco won't go til' we drop it down in 4 wheel drive
across the creek out on ailor's gap, there's a fella in a truckers cap
he's gotta chaw in his jaw, breaking the law behind his 1 room, run down shack
county line liquors ain't got nothing that can touch, that corn mash whiskey that he's cooking up
CHORUS
They call him badeye, for a good reason, the 1st time you see him it's hard not to stare
but don't do that, he gets fighting mad
and the last place you wanna be is on the bad side of ol' badeye

He never made it past the seventh grade, but his daddy past him down a trade
he's gotta backwoods education, and a nasty reputation as a bootlegging renegade
carries a razor sharp, switchblade knife
a loaded 12 guage by his side, so when you give him the money, don't look at him funny and everything will be alright
he said, just remember boys, you can't drink this like a beer and if the law pulls you over you were never here
CHORUS
They call him badeye, for a good reason, the 1st time you see him it's hard not to stare
but don't do that, he gets fighting mad
and the last place you wanna be is on the bad side of ol' badeye
BRIDGE
nobody knows how it happened
and I don't recommend asking
he lost that eye to a grizzly some say
others think he was born that way
some things in life weren't meant to be known
here he comes boys
now keep your head low

They call him badeye, for a good reason, the 1st time you see him it's hard not to stare
but don't do that, he gets fighting mad
and the last place you wanna be is on the bad side of ol' badeye