[Chorus:]
This is the story of Ray-Earl
Who split a case of beer with his brother Meryl
And while they tip some cows and sometimes calves
They absolutely love it
'Cause they're drunk

Now how many days in a year
They woke up with hope
That the fridge held more beer
And now they've gone off hunting deer
I sure hope there's no other hunters near
As long as they sit there drinking
Depleting their deer blind's supply of cheap booze
Now none of the deer should fear
When they sight through their rifles
Their aim is confused

They wake up feeling like hell the next day
They're a walking and talking redneck cliché
Just a couple of hicks who get drunk everyday

[Chorus repeats]

Now I think I should also portray
Meryl's a spitting fountain
Of tobacco juice spray
But you should see his rifle cache
He bought a new gun rack for his pickup today
As long as they're off four-wheeling
Or cruising to town for some new tattoos
Now they'll be back before dark
For some more cow tipping, hopped up on cheap booze

They wake up smelling like pigs the next day
Don't stand downwind or you'll inhale that bouquet
That eau de redneck will keep you away

[Chorus repeats]

[Guitar solo]

Well, their bib overalls are covered with hay
Ray-Earl's hair is receding more every day
Either lose the mullet or buy a toupee

This is the story of Ray-Earl
Lives in the basement of his momma, Pearl
And while he shares it with his stupid brother
They absolutely love it

This is the story of Ray-Earl
Who split a case of beer with his brother Meryl
And while they tip some cows and sometimes calves
They absolutely love it
'Cause they're drunk
'Cause they're drunk